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by KrypticKristen Oct 10, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / other
Follow the wind Sore up so high Don`t come back `Cause this is goodbye I can smell it on your breath Your hurtful plans Will cause my death I will thank you, Killing me is saving me It`s the only way to be free Of the all this pain and misery So from up in the sky I whisper goodbye While I expect no one To even cry