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My youth is a time of repetition
It's hard to remember the adrenaline of the unexpected
Yet I believe
Why forget?
Last year I was a prisoner of this mundane reality
Today I am soaring above the clouds
Who knows when I'll stop
However, my life drags me to the ground
If only I existed inside this body
So I will break away from this hopeless conciousness
My dreams are loud and restless
Some people have a talent to ignore what they see
I'm here
Life is too short to survive
And I believe I will live with extended wings
This time I will escape
Today I will fly... and I will not come back.




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