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Aug 2010
This night was a bust,
Time for me to fly.
Lose my persona of this world,
Spread my wings and take to the sky.
I will fly to the heavens,
Or plummet to hell.
I've lost all faith,
I don't care where I dwell.
I'll sleep below the crust,
Become one with my maker.
It won't matter to me,
As to who is my souls taker.
My heart will lay dormant,
Cold and alone.
Never to care again,
Just thought you should know.
I'm giving up,
And giving in.
This will not happen again,
This dagger in my back.
I'm gone with summers wind.
Written by
Alex Caldwell
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