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all we are is dust in the wind. distance is just path sperated by memories. every time i try to talk its as thou the voice is not inside of me. running form the past of all the pain. running to a futrue i can not see. all that is done. all that is tried. can not accomplish what was set to be done. all of these lives we do not live. reality is escaping me. all i see is circles in my head. answers come but not in time. everytime i try to run, everytime i try to hide all there is balnket of decite. all i am is just a fool. all i am is just another passing breeze.