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Unformatted text preview: , to recapture yesterday's picture? Let me sit and draw myself, a falling leaf I fell, I sank inside the abyss , but couldn't breathe, and closed my eyes. This is the end It's when the paint is dry and all the doors are closed I am tired , but still alive. Please let me stay a few more minutes, I won't be loud, I'll just blend in Very soon you won't remember I was here. In fact, I never was....
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- Fall '07