BLACK CLOUD THE RAIN FALLS DOWN, FROM MY BLACK CLOUD. YOU’VE ALWAYS KNOWN THE ROAD I TRAVEL. I NEVER KNEW A HAPPY HOME. AND SO I CHOOSE MY BUMPY ROAD. MAY NOT BE WISE. THE THINGS IVE CHOSEN. BUT ITS MY LIFE, AND I CHOSE THEM. I CANT LET GO, OF THINGS THAT HAPPEN. THEY TAKE A TOLL ON MY OLD SOUL. IF... Sign in to see full entry.
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