pierce the veil

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now as the rain falls like

shattered pieces of glass from the sky,

we bleed like water colors

and drunken pastels down the stairways.

and i ask myself, why do i still pray?

when will it end? and who fucking cares?

the boy who could fly / pierce the veil

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