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Face on a pedestal neck cut off from blood. Life support, I'm going in, Eyes blinded by the black. Night. Breath entering, bottled in, I'm opening up when suddenly my neck is tight again I am given no more slack.
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 6:30 AM UTC
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Face on a pedestal neck cut off from blood. Life support, I'm going in, Eyes blinded by the black. Night. Breath entering, bottled in, I'm opening up when suddenly my neck is tight again I am given no more slack.
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 6:30 AM UTC
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