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Trevos was a sunshiny place that morning. Our mailman in question, named Mo, was skipping down the sidewalk, his mailbag slung over his shoulder, the letters and parcels inside making ...

I’m surrounded by glass Which Frost’s lips have touched I watch the people walk by And they don’t hear me sigh I’m in a glass box Trying to find a ...

Your heart keeps beating As mine turns black This is the end... That you will never comprehend And as we impart Blood drips from my heart Will I get through ...