be defeated. For every tyrant a tear for the vulnerable. In every lost soul the bones of a miracle. For every dreamer a dream we're unstoppable. With something to believe in. Monday left me broken
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be defeated. For every tyrant a tear for the vulnerable. In every lost soul the bones of a miracle. For every dreamer a dream we're unstoppable. With something to believe in. Monday left me broken