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@first-to-stand
ā I close my eyes and this image floats beside me,
The sweaty-toothed Ā m a d m a n
with a stare that pounds my brainsā
His hands reach out and choke me
And all the time heās mumbling Truth, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
You push it, Ā s t r e t c h Ā i tĀ , it will never be enough
Kick it beat it, it will never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying,
it will just cover your face as you wail and c r y and scream. ā Selective independent roleplay for
Todd Anderson from the Dead Poets Society.