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Cracks Over TIme
The day was calm
Nearly no clouds in the sky
The hot sun that i felt on my palm
Like the birds, i feel like i can fly
The suspense was real
The day was the same as every other
All of the stillness you could feel
And i really enjoyed the comfort of my mother
Little rumbles might happen over time
Some say i am changing
But i think they are losing their mind
I think to myself as i am raging
I relize to myself as i am raging
I am getting more stronger and more tense
People feel the change all around me
Its all starting to make sense
The harder the shakes the more i change
The ground crumbles and cracks
Some might think this is strange
As i get older, i get more mad
I remember as a kid when i was normal
I dont rumble very often, I kinda went bad
At this point i am imformal
I am starting to die out
If i explode, i will produce a big mess
When i explode, i let out a loud shout
I guess i just have a lot of stress
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