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With Only Seconds Left.

I'm a pilot.

But, I've lost control of my plane.

The time is rocketing by, like bullets,

Shot out of a gun.

I'm losing reach of everything around me.

Falling into the grasp of an inky blackness.

My time is up.

It flew by, like the planes I dreamed of flying.

But, I never was a pilot.

Just a dreamer,

With lack of control.





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