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FLY
From my plane I see people far and distant from me.
They are like me but the higher I climb
the more I’m separated, withdrawn into my own little world.
Obstacles in my way, quick pull up!
Or I’ll crash headlong into them and destroy
my plane and die myself.
Just like real life, walk down the wrong street,
sleep with the wrong girl, choose the wron...
Wednesday 16th January 2013 7:48 pm
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