Literally.
Gone going, gone everything gone
Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing
Gone people, all awkward with their things
Gone
Friday, April 4, 2008
Suicide
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I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!
