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“At night walking on the tracks, change my perspective. Idle hands with wounds and cracks, stale, ineffective. But past the veil, the memories of things. Still so in love with you. So dense this strife. Kicked the life. I feel this weight upon my heart.”

“Ein Bier… bitte.”
– Corey

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