

A Gift of ThoughtWondering where to go Should I leave here? There is nothing for me I am the cause and solutionA Gift of Thought
Of all problems Only the solutions don\'t fit
I should go
Walk over to my door Ready to leave, bag in hand Wondering
How will I be remembered? Was I strong? Faithful? A good person? Or was I weak? Disloyal
And bad?
I look back over my shoulder one last time Memorizing what this place is to me Hurt, Pain, yes But also Love and Life I will miss it
Open the door, move on It will be easy
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the shows, the bands, and the scene, all at one place. ~ washingtonstate
You in Seattle?
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How ever far away...I will always love you.
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Of all that is written I love only what a man has written with his blood. Write with blood, and you will experience that blood is spirit...
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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How ever far away...I will always love you.
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