December 17, 2008
By Dylan King, Gorham, NH

"Dashing through the dark forest, do you dare to look behind you, afraid of what you may see, its all in your mind

Your thoughts are racing wildly, you want it all to stop

When suddenly it happens, soaring like a bird without any wings, you begin to fall

A cry for help will not be heard, waking up before you hit, i like to live life on the edge a little bit."

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