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i don't want to go down screaming, but i know if i looked out the window and the plane was on fire i'd be screaming the loudest- some unearthly sound bellowing out from my h.pylori gut. my mouth; wide open catching dust. and what is that? "i guess that's fear", they would- i can't do anything so i'm gonna pin back my ears and open my roundest hole and let it loose. let her rip. like a donkey. like a sad sad reality that equals nothing, just screaming and screaming and screaming and i can't do anything. the plane is already going down.
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
i don't want to go down screaming
i don't want to go down screaming, but i know if i looked out the window and the plane was on fire i'd be screaming the loudest- some unearthly sound bellowing out from my h.pylori gut. my mouth; wide open catching dust. and what is that? "i guess that's fear", they would- i can't do anything so i'm gonna pin back my ears and open my roundest hole and let it loose. let her rip. like a donkey. like a sad sad reality that equals nothing, just screaming and screaming and screaming and i can't do anything. the plane is already going down.
natashaadorlee
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
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