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Parting words:

So, is that what you call a getaway?
well, tell me what you got away with
because I've seen more spine in jellyfish
I've seen more guts in 11 year old kids

have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads
and you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
and again when your head goes through the windshield.

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We slowly break apart
as we speed faster and faster
toward the ground
we are destroyed.

We desintegrate
from the pressure
of lost weightlessness
as the light bounces back
from the sun
we are blinded.

We smell not
the stench of death
that has come to envelope us
over these last few months.

We go numb
as our nerve endings
are burned shut
when we are literally set aflame.

we go mute
as our vocal chords
are torn to ribbons
from the air that once gave us life
as we shriek in agony.

we are deaf
and hear not the shrieks of pain
or the cries of joy
from the ones we love.

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An ill wind blows this way, the edge of the envelope burns
Forbearance and my vengeance, payment for your intent
Fear and death in the wings, in thrall of those fallen from grace
Petty is as petty does, witness the mass disgrace
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Sweet and divine
razor of mine.

Sweet and divine
razorblade shine.

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And I saw you coming, and I heard not a thing - a mistake not to listen when I knew where'd you'd been.
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My cat is gone.

I can't believe she's gone.

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And I got what was
I want to take what's left
No talk will cure
What's lost, or save what's left
For the deaf
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I said real; Make it timeless.
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I graduate in a few hours.
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I've lost sight of why I do this; and it feels so much better this way. Really.

I came to the conclusion the other day that life is both destructive and beautiful, and everything in it is a microcosm of that.

Bon Voyage.

Everything - every relationship, every object, every ending and every beginning is hurtful, sorrowful, and glorious.

This is probably why I think suffering is redemptive.

Going away, my heart's going away.

I suppose this should make me sad.

It doesn't really; I think that's a testament to how true it is.

I don't feel so well all of a sudden.

I'm going to try to sleep some.

take it now

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