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Bird Soul		7/19/1994
Every time I see a bird in the sky. I think that it will fly just about anywhere. Way up in the sky. I am up there too waiting for the bird. I am waiting for the bird to carry my soul to me. I wonder if this is the bird that will come for me? I wonder if this is the bird that will set me free? There he comes, he is coming to me! I will be able to roam wherever I please, I will be free. As the bird comes closer, I look back on what has happened to me. I now realize that I had too much to lose. And the choices I made were bad ones to choose. The drugs I took killed me and now I know that they had not thrilled me. I am dead now, receiving my soul. Way up in the sky, way up in the sky. There now, the process is done. I am myself again. I am one.