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The bastards hung me in the spring of '25, but I am still alive.
why am i me, and you're you?
looking back from the moment of death, spiralling antimatter from the eyes
You brought your ashes up to the mountain of solitude. Are you ready to bring your fire down to the valley of the people?
how many alleys will you follow me down, if i just started running
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