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Time to get up now out of my grave and face another day,
where smiling is forced and being happy hurts the body.

Leaving this world has never crossed my mind, but has become
quite a nice alternative...I guess everyone CAN wait to die,
but simple curiosity never hurt anyone.

I will be singing with the feathers attached to my back,
or screaming with the shackles around my feet, but I won't
know till I get there...I only have about 80 years left, so
bring on the pain, the happiness, and the longivity of my
life...I'm ready to live now.



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On Thursday May 26th, 2005, Munkey (88) writes:
Dude I hope you wait cuz I think that I would die without you here. _Chance_


On Thursday March 31st, 2005, ElegantKiss (399) writes:
...being happy hurts the body... *sighsighSIGHS* Lovely write.


On Wednesday March 9th, 2005, alone (198) writes:
This was brilliant.... I had to read it several times...do not ever quit writing you have true talent.


On Wednesday March 9th, 2005, Sin (1622) writes:
this really hit how i am feeling today...~where smiling is forced and being happy hurts the body.~ and i loved the last two lines...brilliant piece altogether ~kristy



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