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Ready to go, Wanting to fly. Feeling like, Lifes past you by. Nothing to want, No one to need. Empty thoughts, Hopeless dreams. No reason to wake, No spirit to move. Reality's gone, Existence is through.
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC
The End
Ready to go, Wanting to fly. Feeling like, Lifes past you by. Nothing to want, No one to need. Empty thoughts, Hopeless dreams. No reason to wake, No spirit to move. Reality's gone, Existence is through.
paul-passero
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC
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