Elevate my feelings
Thrust my lungs
If that makes any sense
I want to break free
From this excruciating life
That hold me tight,deep in its fantasy.
Take me out,soaring the sky
With soothing zephyr
Help me forget of the stereotype life.
We are the droplets of unvoiced matters, forming a puddle full of mud of our thoughts - forced out or poured down, it doesn't matter.
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