July 10, 2011
Free fall, free fall, through the heavenly skies; floating on the clouds, escaping my demise. Whispering, whispering, are the angels within my ears; comforting they are, drying my solemn tears. Free fall, free fall, back unto the earth; waiting, I prepare for my rebirth.

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