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הבלוג חבר בטבעות: הוסף מסר | 3/2009
Last night I had a dream, a very special one. I was dreaming about flying in the sky, flying above them all, During that dream I asked myself if flying is real, I didnt want to believe that I am dreaming, I wanted to float on white clouds, I wanted to look from above, I want that peaceful silence again.
Instead all you can feel is rotten skin against my fingertips,
I think I died. I think I wanna die again, just like in my dream
"Wants to be a hunter again, wants to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again, so let me go, let me leave"
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