999 planes.

June 15, 2010
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I hate Virginia
Look out your window
And send me a thousand paper planes
And I’ll ride one of them up
To a place way above the atmosphere
Until I burn with the friction
And I’ll fall, burning brightly
The falling star that made everyone else’s wishes come true
And you thought the shooting star was a symbol of hope
Yes, you and I thought we were stars,
With all their immortal potential..
But there are a million more of us in the sky
That burn, flicker, and slowly die.
Well at least you left 999 planes.

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