Everyday.
its not like yesterday
it will never be tomaorw.
This Rifle I hold tight.
This pack I cary.
The people I cannot save.
The people that have died by me.
The days I dream red.
The days I wish I didnt live.
who
- Twich
- twich....not much said, iam like the wind you know its there you can feal it but you can never see it.
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