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I. I never did understand The race to the finish After all We’re all too small in the end II. I hang Floating Like a mylar balloon Pressed to the ceiling Deflating For want of sky. III. The way to my heart Is through my head Since my brain Thinks It’s in control. IV. Like an unfinished sentence We are all
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Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
Floating Thought
I. I never did understand The race to the finish After all We’re all too small in the end II. I hang Floating Like a mylar balloon Pressed to the ceiling Deflating For want of sky. III. The way to my heart Is through my head Since my brain Thinks It’s in control. IV. Like an unfinished sentence We are all
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lauren-spooner
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Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
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