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Everything is silent i feal disconnected, words turn to phrases phrases turn to preyer soo now you now, this is my call, do you hear me, and if i fall will you be there to catch me now,,,
It's sharpening beneath beneath my feet, the earth opens up to swallow me, take my hand i swear to be, it's sharpening beneath me... IT'S SHARPENING< IT"S SHARP{ENING (do you hear me) IT"S SHARP9 do you hear me) ENING now