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2003-11-24 @ 4:51 p.m.
�Airlock Sickness�

When your blood,

Seems not to pump so hard.

When she�s not around,

Your soul seems to be bound.

Your wings clipped,

And your feet planted.

You know you�ve lost,

And at what a cost.

You have to add to the list,

To remember this:

The sun will always come up tomorrow,

And sunshine will always drown out sorrow.




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