Aug 04, 2005 02:43
Wondering.. Pondering.. Dreading the day i take that flight.. The flight that insists that i eat one pound of salt, waiting for it to tear out my troat on which i choke. The flight that says i may never see or taste your gentle skin again.
Take off in
..5..
. .4. ..
.. 3.. .
...2.. . .. .
. .1. . . . . .
Goodbye, my love.. I hate myself
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