Thursday, February 24, 2011

Hughes Aircraft Retirement Contact

feel the pain

I want to be equipped with a switch, which spengesse what hurts me inside to order.
I want to find a cure that flows in the veins of the purified.
And I would find a place to go away, so far as not even remember my name.
There is a place so far that makes me escape from myself, there is no place far enough.
I'm just hoping that the time gates soon.
A new wound, a new path.
Now I just want to eclipse, not to think, to drive them away.
What hurts, what hurts, what hurts.

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