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Paper Airplane

I’m grounded,

Frozen where I stand,

Lost as nothing but a hollow of a man.



So lift me up,

Gentle as you can,

Sail me away with the wind.



I’ll get where I want,

I’ll get where I want.

I created myself,

And grounded myself,

And folded myself,

Lived the only way I can.



As a paper airplane.

I’m free for today,

Leaving the ground,

Was my desperate attempt to get away.



I don’t know where I’ll go,

Trapped in a morning breeze,

All you need to know,

Is really, this is me.



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