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: oh her eyes so pure are sliipping into his dreams pluse drops, sirens still miles away hold on mom i know your strong, your doing just fine feel my

: To Resident Doctor concerning Patient L54; Theres a man at the end of the hall. and he cries in a tounge only dead men can speak, and i cant. for

: what i ask of you is this.. if you can feel my heartbeat, take my life and when the eyes roll back, cry for me if you hear my footsteps, run from them

Since the many sided coin Went up into the air And never came back down That's when I got scared It's the decade of the brain But whose? Pick up empty