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Jan 2012
This is my trip
my slow slip into darkness
i used to think id be big
someone important
we all did
i gave up those dreams
long ago
i have none anymore
nothing i want to do
well just one
one last thing
and then its done
i want you to know
its not your fault
theres nothing you could have done
nothing and everything
there the same as one
show themshow them the warnings
show them what no one told me
start at the begining
dont stop till the end
find new joysave the others
do what i no longer can
do it
for me
Ash
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Ash  portland
(portland)   
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