Wander and walk.
Walk and wander.
I don’t know, I don’t think about it anymore.
Like a light that guides me,
I'm trying to convince myself that I'm not broken anymore,
This lack to fill, this void inside of me,
Again, the rain appeared,
Out of breath, my thoughts becomes cleared
I thought I had found an angel,
He was just fallen.
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About a long walk and lack.