Перевод песни Torch Runner – Harrow
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having my eyes ripped out would be a blessing- to never have to see what i cannot reach. why is it so hard for me to turn my back on myself? forever stuck under the weight of this world, and only because of my resistance. I have the power to find my feet, to stop this eroding earth. but to rise in this would be an empty action- as a dead tree still stands unaware. is that truly power, or my fear?