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Current mood:  awake
Dear God and Goddess, when i'm up this high, my ears pop, and it's hard for me to hear or tell if your here or not. If you are, grant me a star that i may wish upon, Because my heart is covered in scars and all my friends are gone. I'm the kid, sitting on the moon, fishin' in the pond, in the midst of you, feeling ridiculed and distant. I'm the high-wire act, tight rope and all, feet in the fly trap, eye on the ball. I've found out about the both of you, still i'm without the slightest clue on how to cry to you. I'm sure we all know that this planet is warped, and i swear that when i die, I WILL have the report. But most important of all were the encounters of love and all the people involved, they know not what they have done. There is a war down here, there is a war up above, either way i'm prepared because I am your son. And dear gods, I hope you get this letter. I know your sick and tired, so I hope your feelin' better. I'd go against the odds before i go against my heart. To co-exist with Gods, I know this is my part, I know.....
11:54 PM
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