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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-02-03 | | I was talking with the gallows. He said: 'Maybe it does not seem But i'm just like those hanging from me. Once i was a tree Beautiful.And...free. Birds were sitting on my branches I was growing to the sky! But one day...no questions asked, They brought me here. Still wonder why. Torn apart.I'm just like them. Fading.Aching.Broken. And everytime some stop breathing, I shriek with pain!It aches...i crack.' Once again the gallows cracked. And everything went black.
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