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The battle has been waged...the NASA trip brought reprimands....the keys unlock the demons, who victimize the innocent and are the source of all the pain. I picked a rose for you. It is steadfast in my hand...your letters are supporting ...but my hand is pierced and dropping blood...it symbolizes all my pain. La fata del Montel is dressed in armor, but it is almost too late. Struck down by all the pain and suffering, I lay dying in your arms. You are dressed in armor and hold me on and on... Only thirty seconds more...only thirty more...and we are gone. Will we be alone in darkness? ...for all eternity? O loveO life, hold on... ...Perhaps like poisoned sleeping beauty, prince charming will triumph o’er the myth....