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"Count to ten" one, two, three, four Someone closes a door I'm surrounded by masked men A gleaming silver knife I hear my angel weeping A mechanical cruel beeping A sick, metallic life Everything is so white Am I dying? &, if not, why is she crying? She swallows, "Don't follow the light"
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
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"Count to ten" one, two, three, four Someone closes a door I'm surrounded by masked men A gleaming silver knife I hear my angel weeping A mechanical cruel beeping A sick, metallic life Everything is so white Am I dying? &, if not, why is she crying? She swallows, "Don't follow the light"
tallulah
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
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