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That we meet in our middle way,
on our way back down to earth.

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Pamela 11071995

I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?

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Sunday, September 13, 2009
D'you know for you I bleed myself dry?

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,

I came along,
I wrote a song for you.
And all the things you do.
And it was called yellow.

So then I took my turn.
Oh all the things I've done.
And it was all yellow.

I wanna learn those stuns that you do.
I'll win in anything, then.