Tears dried up in the tiring climb.
On the highest mountain of spinning lies.
Heart exploded from numerous tries.
From the hurting and bleeding; a hundred times.
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Tears dried up in the tiring climb.
On the highest mountain of spinning lies.
Heart exploded from numerous tries.
From the hurting and bleeding; a hundred times.