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Originals

Rupture From A Vacant Building
A Pile Of Dirt Standing Tall
Hiding our potential
No Way Out
The Rain Will Fill The Void
Run
Searching For A Place To Ground Myself
Lurking
Evolving
The Troubled Cloud
We Build them Just To Watch Them Fall
Rupture Into The Abyss
Moment Of The Awakening
Brooding
A Storm is Brewing
Strange Clouds
Something Is Growing In The Woods
Pondering
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