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"I can't help but repeat to myself: I'm not in this swamp and there's no crocodile behind me and there's no rope in front of me, and there's no girl sitting on the edge eating a hot dog... and if I believed it were all true, I could do nothing but die, because Death would no longer come to console me with some affectionate words. After all, she has a brother who believes in hope." (Tori Amos) Discover the review
"I can't help but repeat to myself: I'm not in this swamp and there's no crocodile behind me and there's no rope in front of me, and there's no girl sitting on the edge eating a hot dog... and if I believed it were all true, I could do nothing but die, because Death would no longer come to console me with some affectionate words. After all, she has a brother who believes in hope." (Tori Amos)
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