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☾・* ゜❪ let me tell you a story of remembrance ❫
[div style="0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; color: #3B3131; line-height: 98%; margin-top:5px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:-1px;"]﹠﹠ IT'S MADE OF GREEN GLASS SHARDS, CRUSHED BUDWEISER CANS, MEN'S THICK BONES SCRAPED CLEAN. LIFE AIN'T LIKE THE SEA. SHE'S HER OWN GOD. I SHOULD KNOW, I'M ONE OF HER ANGELS. LET ME SING YOU A LULLABY ABOUT SALT. HOW MY MOTHER LEFT MY BODY TO THE WAVES. HOW I LEARNED TO SWIM, INSTEAD OF DROWN. IT'S NOT A SAD SONG, DON'T YOU WEEP LIKE THAT. IT'S A GOOD LULLABY, A LULLABY BORN OF SURVIVAL, AND IF YOU FOLLOW ME I'LL SING YOU THE REST.
[div style="0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; color: #3B3131; line-height: 98%; margin-top:5px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:-1px;"]﹠﹠ IT'S MADE OF GREEN GLASS SHARDS, CRUSHED BUDWEISER CANS, MEN'S THICK BONES SCRAPED CLEAN. LIFE AIN'T LIKE THE SEA. SHE'S HER OWN GOD. I SHOULD KNOW, I'M ONE OF HER ANGELS. LET ME SING YOU A LULLABY ABOUT SALT. HOW MY MOTHER LEFT MY BODY TO THE WAVES. HOW I LEARNED TO SWIM, INSTEAD OF DROWN. IT'S NOT A SAD SONG, DON'T YOU WEEP LIKE THAT. IT'S A GOOD LULLABY, A LULLABY BORN OF SURVIVAL, AND IF YOU FOLLOW ME I'LL SING YOU THE REST.
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