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Let me slide
inside your mind, crawl amongst the grey cells, call it a death knell for your tortured soul. Let me climb inside your mind, slip into your heart, get it to start beating for me. Let me crawl into the sprawl you call your soul, the deep, black hole in your center. You know, the place you sink everytime you drink. Damnit, come out into the light, c'mon, FIGHT! I know you've got it in you.
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