Observe, thats all i do.
The opened eyes are getting to me.
I wish they were closed.
You walk by, for the last time you are not ghosts.
Poly vinyl chloride bags turn into asbestos sheets.
Give me your eyes, then go home.
I swear you won't make it alive.
I apologize and promose, we will get better.
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