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Post by strangeclouds on Mar 9, 2005 15:57:42 GMT -5
One day, I decided to take a head trip- Because I was tired of living- In this- state of mind... Tired of watching you lose your voice, Tired of catching, when I dropped mine.
"You're all a bunch of weeds in my field of vision," I said, And I took you with me- in my mental case... I finally found- the key to your heart, But you- Got lost... At the baggage claim.
All I ever needed- were your wings- But there are no.longer. any- To accept. I no longer have use for an airplane...
Because I've, already... left.
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Post by toolshed0673 on Mar 29, 2005 13:47:50 GMT -5
"i wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. it'd be a good way to go. i don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD...I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; i don't want to miss it." -Jim Morrison, In Death I thought this quote was kinda like ur poem, maybe... i dunno
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Post by strangeclouds on Mar 30, 2005 13:21:51 GMT -5
wow, i really liked that
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