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by Enaam Nov 25, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
There i see a flying soul i just wanna be like that soul flies away ,, and resting in peace while i look down on earth I'm standing on it it's pullin me into the dust to go into sands ,,, and where i end up sooner these sharp objects are killing me when i see them i wanna touch them but i cant ,,, a promise cant be broke when this life will end my self is grieving to meet and watch my cherished people up there and to be just like the Flying Soul