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reaching hands- cirkling down i see it twist to nothing torn fromwhat it meant, cou from extence...my fingers bleed, but reaching hands are not weak the light the tonce burned so bright, has nowbeen cast a dismal grey. fighting to keep the voice alive, i cannot leftit end this way...i
`m held- in the arms of the few! i walk in a line withthe skared, never breaking my vow. i swear to you. A rise ofcommitment strong, a vision to wich it belongs. purty of themind and body, to keep the resistance moving on ...
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