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I sometimes wonder when I leave this house Will there really be a hole that can't be filled An absence of this mess I've left Will I miss the taunting? When im flying above this state, above this country, I live for the moment I see how small my problems are And watch as they fade away and disappear under the clouds Will I feel fear or relief?
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 12:33 AM UTC
Airplane
I sometimes wonder when I leave this house Will there really be a hole that can't be filled An absence of this mess I've left Will I miss the taunting? When im flying above this state, above this country, I live for the moment I see how small my problems are And watch as they fade away and disappear under the clouds Will I feel fear or relief?
Pyrrha
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24/F/Texas
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 12:33 AM UTC
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