.Kicking and screaming and clinging on. Counting down 'til the waking sun. It's kicking, clawing, gnawing through the noose... or suffocate while you beg to be cut loose. Fools believe there's a curse to hang, but I know that there's no such thing. We're led to the gallows but we choose to swing and .
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