I'm running down the landing strip,
about to crash and burn.
A diminished soul, about to die,
and it's way too late to turn.
These two dozen tiny hours,
the most intense I've ever felt,
are filled with twisted memories,
cards I was never dealt.
Yet the hatred that used to hold me,
has now been beaten back,
replaced by jagged fear, apprehension,
and that courage I've always lacked.
That courage I've always lacked...
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very beauitful in deed my dear I love it.
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