My dreams, My wishes, My hopes
Fall from the sky like a flock of dying birds
One at a time, falling, falling from the sky exausted tattered and worn
Alone with the final feeling of decending silently into the darkness, plumeting into an unforgiving non existance...
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Guah... I finally decided to use this journal for more than colecting cyberdust...
So I never end a day too good there’s always something to crap all over it...
Sigh... alas what am I to do with this dilemma?...
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