hands. Death is the only thing that makes us alive, Forcing focus on light that we hold inside. We are volcanoes, levels of light. We?re bleeding an
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our hands. Death is the only thing that makes us alive, Forcing focus on light that we hold inside. We are volcanoes, levels of light. We?re bleeding