I've uploaded a clip, and I have a poem written that I should be typing and uploading sometime this weekend.
Rae

ScreamIt's just one of those days. One of those days when all you want is to spend the night in the arms of your best friend, but you can't. And it makes you cry to think about it. And you realize, that you haven't cried like this in years (at least not without the aid of large amounts of liqour)Scream
And you can't see why people don't understand why you need the tools how much it hurts and how hard it is when your wrists burn at you but seeing her blood on the razor brings all the pain to the front it screams at me You can't do this! and I know I can't.
The line


Tin ManTin ManTin Man
A tin soldier, polished to a glistening sheen. Clockwork precise as the finest Swiss watch. He reigns above all other toys from his lofty shelf "He is the finest of his kind," so she says at least "Isn't he beautiful?"
The other toys take their turns on the floor. The slinky, potato-head, even a wacky circumference, all graced by her touch. They show their use, her hands have left their mark. They all carry her favor for a time, all save her beautiful tin man.
He remains high upon his shelf, virtually untouched. H
Alex
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Der folgende Satz ist eine Lüge.
Der vorige Satz ist wahr.
Alex
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Der folgende Satz ist eine Lüge.
Der vorige Satz ist wahr.
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Are we getting closer or are we just getting more lost?
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Der folgende Satz ist eine Lüge.
Der vorige Satz ist wahr.
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