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Imagine what was a wall, covered in twisted metal and oil and filth and dust; the tracks still in tact, for they must be. They must. Play it backwards, you will see, the potential lives I used to seize. Play it forward, close your eyes; here comes the wreck, here come the cries. And God **** It can't get worse. I said, ‘God **** Rewind this curse.’ God ****  God **** We’d best reverse. And God **** We've all seen worse. I swear, God **** Just stop the hearst. God ****  God **** This can’t get worse. God **** god **** this is no first.
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Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
The Sound of Metal Braking to No Avail
Imagine what was a wall, covered in twisted metal and oil and filth and dust; the tracks still in tact, for they must be. They must. Play it backwards, you will see, the potential lives I used to seize. Play it forward, close your eyes; here comes the wreck, here come the cries. And God **** It can't get worse. I said, ‘God **** Rewind this curse.’ God ****  God **** We’d best reverse. And God **** We've all seen worse. I swear, God **** Just stop the hearst. God ****  God **** This can’t get worse. God **** god **** this is no first.
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Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
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