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Maybe shooting stars are afraid of the dark And that's why they shine so- Maybe they're just as scared as I Of fading into nothing- Maybe that's why they combust, Why they burn themselves so- A narrow path to follow- Death is inevitable. The hardest pill to swallow- This life is inedible. So use what you've got and burn bright while you've got it- Living longer isn't worth it if you'll still just be forgotten. Empty the tanks, Burn that last candle, Red line this ****** and lose grip of the handle.
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 1:32 AM UTC
Choking Hazard
Maybe shooting stars are afraid of the dark And that's why they shine so- Maybe they're just as scared as I Of fading into nothing- Maybe that's why they combust, Why they burn themselves so- A narrow path to follow- Death is inevitable. The hardest pill to swallow- This life is inedible. So use what you've got and burn bright while you've got it- Living longer isn't worth it if you'll still just be forgotten. Empty the tanks, Burn that last candle, Red line this ****** and lose grip of the handle.
It's not great, but it was too many pages behind in my book to convince myself I would ever rework and finish it. So this is about as done as it'll get.
cameron-boyd
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 1:32 AM UTC
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