Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

This summer, there will come a rain, not from the sky but from me

I feel like I am drowning in this heat,
The sun beats down upon me like it, too,
Is everlastingly irate with me.
But it is not the heat from which I am drowning in,
It is the acrimony of the family
That boils down upon my fragile pale skin.
Underneath this ravaged girl
Beats the heart of a crier,  
So this summer,
I see many tears falling from the clouds
Produced by an emotional storm.
Still, the summer sun will shine bright,
On the inside of me,
I see many storms.

April 30, 2004
Suge



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This summer, there will come a rain, not from the sky but from me

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