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July 7th, 2004



I am tired

And I cant move on to the desired

My feet sore

Sleep, I need more



My dress is torn

Im afraid it was caught on a thorn

My blood seeped through

My dress is no longer blue



My halo is bent

Time to fix it will be spent

The golds no longer shinny

I was flying and I fell on my hinney



How I wish to only move on

Just following my path along

But I have broken wings

So I am going nowhere it seems