And when times get harder
The swords get sharper,
Rising against others,
Destroying all the feathers,
And now,
How would I fly without em?
You're high and you are acting tame,
For if you really wanted to fly,
I'm sure you'd use the parachute,
But you're making excuse,
Hiding every single clue,
And we don't know how it's gonna end now,
You would ask me how?
My mind is a traveller,
It began in the Amazon and right now it's in Ecuador,
Noting everything that is wrong.
You read all the garbage,
I hope you understand that I have been waiting for your message,
You came online for several times,
It has been 1,2,3,4...8 hours,
Wasn't it in your brain?
Or you are acting like an infant?


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