It is hard to tell.
The hardest part of the hardest part,
When your eyes and soul looking up to a star
Put mine buried, outcast,
I never die before, but I guess this hurt greater,
I don't want to leave,
and it's so hard to linger, in such a tornado,
I don't want to leave.
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