Close the doors...if you want to see her breathing again...Blur the days...sleeping is just not an option....How come every time I walk You crawl...and you cut out all the letters that make up this note...I won't give up...'til i find out what happened to You....The solution inhaled from the rag i hold..holds a maximum vacancy...As I held you in crippled bandages..don't You stay up and wait for Me.....Left dangling in the wind.....You're not there...I poke needles in the neck of a doll...She pokes back...asking why can't I just let Her out...How come every time I walk You crawl...and You cut out all the letters that make up this note...I won't give up...'til I find what happened to You....The solution inhaled from the rag i hold..hold a maximum vacancy...As I held you in crippled bandages..don't You stay up and wait for Me.....Left dangling in the wind.....Don't let the days escape...what I did brings more of Them..and We'll be waiting just for Them...Over My dead body..over the search they lead...and They won't find Them anymore....Now that I collect...from cells that We once shared...with multi-headed union..of multiple Selves....The solution inhaled from the rag I hold..hold a maximum vacancy...as I held You in crippled bandages..don't You stay up and wait for Me.....Left dangling in the wind.....
In a Past Life...
You Were: A Mute Magician.
Where You Lived: Mongolia.
How You Died: Natural causes.
Who Were You In a Past Life?
You Belong in Amsterdam
A little old fashioned, a little modern - you're the best of both worlds. And so is Amsterdam.
Whether you want to be a squatter graffiti artist or a great novelist, Amsterdam has all that you want in Europe (in one small city).
What European City Do You Belong In?
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