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There is a time for everything A time to give up. A time to end. There's also a time to be sad. Right now is my time. Wish me luck. It's time to redo everything. I'm starting over. I'm getting happy. The plane that I was supposed to be on landed. And didn't burn to ashes. Yeah, I might have missed the flight. But I'm fine. 'Cause there's a new type of plane. This new plane takes you. Up. Up to see the heavens. The light. People call it suicide. But I call it life. This is my time. Wish me luck. It's time to redo everything. I'm starting over. I'm getting happy.
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
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There is a time for everything A time to give up. A time to end. There's also a time to be sad. Right now is my time. Wish me luck. It's time to redo everything. I'm starting over. I'm getting happy. The plane that I was supposed to be on landed. And didn't burn to ashes. Yeah, I might have missed the flight. But I'm fine. 'Cause there's a new type of plane. This new plane takes you. Up. Up to see the heavens. The light. People call it suicide. But I call it life. This is my time. Wish me luck. It's time to redo everything. I'm starting over. I'm getting happy.
~Rainbow Dash Loves Flutter Shy~
adiac-dnalla
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
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