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There are days when my gaze passes through faces, getting lost somewhere unknown. There are mornings when my wounds scream, rant, spew insults and curses, telling me they are there, that they could open up like nothing if they wanted to. Other days, I forget everything; I know there hav… more
Track 04 - Losing Touching Searching