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The taste of blood on her lips, She opens them. It drips, On the floor, She lays, A dark pool in the midst of a glittering forest, She wipes away the red metal. Eyes open. Searching.
If you can keep up, flow with me.  I value my freedom and independence, I always strive for transcendence.   But for now, flow with me. I fight for what is right.
   A child doesn't thinkabout making memories   about the dangers                or     consequencesbut about the adventure.
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