I know there should not be mine time free.
But still my mind always freaks.
My mornings have became a closed stage of sorrow

My mind trys to fly like a sparrow.

In the open blue sky with a destiny seemed to be very high.
Giving my wings rest by the help of wind, dashed me in a tornado were I cann't fly

knowing that it will definitly damage my wings
I always tried to keep it something
which could only last in my mind. Making those fake failure attempts
is being harder teach time
Even my wings cann't rest in this winds.
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