Sometimes... You can cry until there's nothing wet left in you You can scream and curse to where your throat Rebels and Ruptures.. Your can pray-all you want-to any god you think will listen And still it makes no difference It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you and you know that if it ever did relent... ...it would not be becasue it cared. -Johnny C
Reason for writing:
It's from a very inspirational and underestimaded piece of work. Use it well.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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