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When It's Over.
How come we never,
never get better?
After we've endured the storm
If we ever, truely, ever.
When it rains and the storm
destroys all and umbrella,
how can we undo
the damage we've done?
Is it true, when it's over
there is no other side?
After we've weathered and we've drowned
and we've withered and we've died?
Is there a warmth, a love
that exists beyond this?
Or will you throw me
Oh, so gently,
into a fiery pit?
