| Life isn't all that easy, it's kinda difficult to breathe for me. Suffocating in my own mess of this, I can't even explain all of it. I'm drowning in my apathy. Something God created just for me has gone away. Flew like a bird in the wind underground. The wind that shades black. The wind like mere smoke. The wind we don't see until after we leave ourselves. Falling fast as the wind dies away, We must learn how to catch our self, We must learn and to pick it all back up again. Our feathers fell, but we can make it. When the last feather is gone, who says we have to stop flying. What about our dreams? Don't we fly in those? Who's to say we have to stop dreaming? We can dream about the fly as long as we learn to try, Try and test the waters, Before it's all dried up. |


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Am I feeling lucky? Well, do ya do ya punk?-Dirty Harry
I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now the child is grown the dream is gone.- Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd
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Am I feeling lucky? Well, do ya do ya punk?-Dirty Harry
I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now the child is grown the dream is gone.- Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd
Icon by ~mishasfan
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i lied
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