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by Ashley Feb 27, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Tears fall. Doesnt matter. This is how it goes. All I hear is chatter. If I jump, No one will see. I will just fly away, No longer will I be. I wish to be free, I want to be seen. Its hard to be a shadow, When you watch from the window, All the people happy... So fly, fly away... We'll met again someday...