🪄 🪄 🪄 TRIPLE ATTACK!!!
BEING ATTACKED!!!!!!!!!!!
(Ribs - The Crane Wives)
Time has changed the metaphor
now, dust is not the origin of bone
Little girl, don't let them sell you any armor
All your ribs are still your own
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The dark doesn't frighten me
I chose to close my eyes; it is mine
The night doesn't frighten me
I chose to let it thrive; it is mine
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