March 10, 2009
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I want to fall into this mud,
Sink sink sink
Until I hit the ground
(there will be no ground, this will be forever)
It look so so soft after the rain
Soft enough to pull me,
Down down down

I could lay here
(and never stand up again)
Let everything fly over me
Everyone walk past me
And they'd see nothing
But these fading footprints

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