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Feb 10, 2007 20:43

I think I will start over. WHere no one knows my name. Get out of Arizona, I'm tired of the weather. I think I'll get it over, fly out into space.

I think I need a sunrise. I'm tired of sunsets and endless summer. SOme snow would be nice.

I'm ready for change.

Change, come find me.
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