Hurt, hurt, hurt, cry, cry, cry.
I won't go with you until now.
Go to prison now, end it.
The woods were a walk, labrynth begin.
Darkness, Colors, Doors, Sounds, Worry, Light.
How do I know my years?
Eternal Alice, Alice over? Call it.
The little trees root digs deep.
Churning stomachs flop in unison, divers.
Flyers form the line, we remember all.
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