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The other part

There are hooks around each and every of my ribs
They're tearing and twitching towards the ground
I reach my arms up to the sky
but what's there to reach for?
Nothing real, no one's hand
Nothing but a never-ending darkness




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Publicerad 2009-08-18 23:20



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