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Cowards run like blizzards snow. i'm usually in the dark, the sun i don't know. my life is like a pancake that doesn't flop. i don't know what that means... yea, that's what it's like, Jazzy Baby. On the edge. i don't get it. i don't believe there is anything to "get". Hopefully, temporarily. OK,... Sign in to see full entry.