This Our Exile

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There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble, we've got to get airborne Got to get up for the coming attack Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines Remove all the wheelblocks, there's no time to waste Gathering speed as we head down the runway Got to get airborne before it's too late Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving Run, live to fly Fly to live, do or die Won't you run, live to fly Fly to live, aces high Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers Let off a sharp burst and then turn away Roll over, spin 'round to come in behind them Move to their blindsides and firing again Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us Ten ME-109's out of the sun Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them Heading straight for them, I press down my guns Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving (doing it again) Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving Run, live to fly Fly to live, do or die Won't you run, live to fly Fly to live, aces high

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By the time you read this, I'll be taking the LSAT already, and so that means no phones or Tumblr comms for a few hours. I would greatly appreciate your prayers that I stop sinning and do well on this exam.

Pray for me pls, my body feels so angry with me. Can barely eat and I’m getting headaches from it, my pelvic area is still hurting a lot and I can still feel my ovary when going up stairs, and I keep having weird poops that just irritate the nerves everywhere in my pelvis and just makes the healing pain worse. Really over did it the other day and just feel like garbage.

Spent pretty much the whole day laying down and sleeping and still feel yuck. I guess the dog can tell I’m not doing well too, because when my dad handed me something earlier, Ken ran up, tried to nip him, and continued growling at home until he backed up. Ken gets super over protective of me when he can smell something is unwell, so at least it’s affirming that the dog also agrees I’m worse for wear.