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New Spring
The sun's finally shinning through the grey clouds
The thunder and the lightening evaporated into nothing but thin air.
All that's white and pure covering the ground has melted
What's left is the disgusting and dirty truth of reality.
Truth is, I never cared much for the perfect world any way,
Because the truth is all about lies
So here it is, I'm a rotting mess... but what are you going to do about it?
