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I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light
Walking by the bay, on the shore
Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore
You happened to look, and see, the tunnels all around me
Running into the dark underground

Monday, November 17, 2008

My dad nearly tried to kill me by coming along on one of the high elements and stretching the ropes so far I had to tip-toe and turning my legs into jelly.

But when he finally helped me by staying backward abit and holding the top wire down, and when I finished and he said "That's my girl."

I felt I accomplished something great, and was never happier.