Give me silence, water, hope . give me struggle, iron, and fiery mountains. They may embrace me like spears . . Come to my veins, come to my mouth . . Speak through my words . . speak through my blood . . .
Catalyst
may 12 9.30 am
Catalyst
Cells are burning like phosphorus And it's going to the shore of vacuum No never repeat this; I may not call you again. To this dry land to melt with me as a catalyst
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