May 2012
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well one of these days
chose to decide this wasn’t the day
and I cried out of something
and I felt so restrained.
It was red and said to me in white letters.
Stop, this isn’t your day.
And I cried once again.
And the tears rolled down my face
and onto the paper as I said
And I’ll fall at 9.8
and now I know it’ll be ok
So I sat in and fastened tight
and all the...
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