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The Torture of a Favorite Song. Create Any Damned Thing Any Damned Time. Copper Dries out the Daughter. Through the Paiges of My Life Come the Wages of My Strife.
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What life is this? The hours of my everyday. Drip sleepless from my eyes. They rush to the depths of dreams. They fight to be heard. One moment amongst all moments. A way to make themselves happen. Happen in the reality outside of me. Blood A Memory My Lips Shall Not Forget. All things in a wave across my face. And I am none of this.