Icarus' p.o.v
Breathing good as if you're not in pain,
you ignore the raindrops that are falling
down on your head and face. Maybe
my loss was God's gift of grace for you.

Icarus' p.o.v
Breathing good as if you're not in pain,
you ignore the raindrops that are falling
down on your head and face. Maybe
my loss was God's gift of grace for you.
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