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by Max Wright Aug 14, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I Felt it Fly in the night I let him hold it alas i was blind he had broke it on sight After that day his kisses had no meaning his hugs were weak i soon realized it as a play The flight got weary and started to shoot down i felt it shatter to the ground And as i went to put back the pieces i stopped and realized that it lost.... ~~~~~~~ Okay not my best...BUT i still think it was nice