This is the day the day we survive. This is the day the day to be alive. We lift our hands into the air. We sing and dance, we dont care. We are the ones that live and cry, but still pretend that we wont die. Today is nice as yesterday, still come tomorrow will we pay? Small or large the moments clear be alive but keep the fear. We are the ones that die. One by one we touch eachother, feel the ripple there is no other. Going going but never gone. Die while we're alive. Senses clear fully stocked. Past begins, futures stopped. Knowing you is knowing why. Feel your life and fly.
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Published by bitchesnshit: 6:31 PM Updated On: 3/18/2006 at 2:33 PM
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