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May 11, 2004 23:40

Every night I hear planes flying over my house while I'm lying in bed, and every night I wish more than anything that I was on one of them.

But then I realize that no matter how I get out of Tampa, I would still be me. That kills me more than the way you ignore me.

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human_league May 12 2004, 14:41:41 UTC
i love you

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