MerciaJorge - Hello Poetry

Spark up the cigarette, my emotions are about to hide behind the smoke I lay my head down and tears start telling my pillow all my secrets. Just like the sun rises and sets, this routine is my escape. Each tear holds my fear, my worry, my happiness How do I live on leaving my teacher of love behind How do I continue my journey with no surety that she sleeps well? How do I leave my protector behind What if the teacher is tired and she doesn’t notice the protector sleeping in the cold? How do I leave my, my parents, behind How do I give my siblings the freedom to experience life? Someone once told me that I have to be selfish so I can live How does one live a selfish life with no regrets? How is being selfish the only answer to creating happiness measured by the world and not you? I have lived the life of selfishness, loved it, cherished it, and allowed it to destroy me. Selfishness is wine some like it fresh and some old just like memories. You can try to sell the stories of your life for money but certain memories won’t escape your tongue. The reason you breathe The reason you smile The reason why you understand Memories are the reason. Memories can also be the reason you are pushed over the edge but Memories are the reason you question When Is it right to stop breathing without hurting everyone When is it okay to sleep with darkness and tell your secrets while tangled up in a sweaty war of who’s the saddest One day you’ll have the urge to leave with everyone's blessings and know they'll be there in one piece when you return. Your mind won’t let you rest if this act is one to harm others These days smiling feels expensive and every time I bargain disappointment dances in my heart It's best to expect that everyone is bad because surprises are better than expectations drowning in boiled wine Oh well, by the time you are done reading I would have bargained for the cheapest happiness that lasts until the next trigger. Let me take the happiness and share it before it reaches its expiry date.

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Oct 30, 2021

Oct 30, 2021 at 5:59 PM UTC

MerciaJorge

Wet Pillow

Spark up the cigarette, my emotions are about to hide behind the smoke I lay my head down and tears start telling my pillow all my secrets. Just like the sun rises and sets, this routine is my escape. Each tear holds my fear, my worry, my happiness How do I live on leaving my teacher of love behind How do I continue my journey with no surety that she sleeps well? How do I leave my protector behind What if the teacher is tired and she doesn’t notice the protector sleeping in the cold? How do I leave my, my parents, behind How do I give my siblings the freedom to experience life? Someone once told me that I have to be selfish so I can live How does one live a selfish life with no regrets? How is being selfish the only answer to creating happiness measured by the world and not you? I have lived the life of selfishness, loved it, cherished it, and allowed it to destroy me. Selfishness is wine some like it fresh and some old just like memories. You can try to sell the stories of your life for money but certain memories won’t escape your tongue. The reason you breathe The reason you smile The reason why you understand Memories are the reason. Memories can also be the reason you are pushed over the edge but Memories are the reason you question When Is it right to stop breathing without hurting everyone When is it okay to sleep with darkness and tell your secrets while tangled up in a sweaty war of who’s the saddest One day you’ll have the urge to leave with everyone's blessings and know they'll be there in one piece when you return. Your mind won’t let you rest if this act is one to harm others These days smiling feels expensive and every time I bargain disappointment dances in my heart It's best to expect that everyone is bad because surprises are better than expectations drowning in boiled wine Oh well, by the time you are done reading I would have bargained for the cheapest happiness that lasts until the next trigger. Let me take the happiness and share it before it reaches its expiry date.

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Have you ever just stared at a window and question it's strength? How can it endure the horrific sound of man and the mood swings of mother nature? How can it hold the cold away from the wicked that transformed it from sand to glass It cries silently as we mold and beat it The grain of sand once had dreams. It wanted to be the first to see the sea before it's friends It wanted to be part of a house near the beach Yet Here it is staring at the empty quad Where students meet and greet but forget if they don't get what they desire Friends is a new label that can only be given if you get 9/10, losing 1 mark because you no billionaire. The same way the world stole grain, they stole a 7 year olds happiness. Somewhere in the world, there she stands. She sees the world through her dad’s dusty specs. Everyday she sees a man die. She hopes for her dad’s return. Every night she sits in a corner wrapped around her mother's ****** dress. Hoping she is not next She no longer screams, her voice stolen by the men in black She hears silence. Ears filled with dried up blood People see pillars falling She sees innocent slaughtered We see what we want to see She sees what she is forced to see Soon she will be next Soon the world will mold and beat her into a slave of storytelling She lives in nightmares we fear Yet no help. She silently cries and stares at a broken window She relies on memories of good to sleep but sleep is a shuttered window that will cut you when u touch it. Her mom’s smile is like an empty quad, it's there but it's void. Her dad’s eyes are like the students, used to half its use. His daughter needed it most and no one understood why he couldn't see far. Window meet Her. Her meet your future, a window in the middle of nowhere living the life others have molded. Im Sorry.

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Aug 12, 2019

Aug 12, 2019 at 7:41 AM UTC

MerciaJorge

Lets search for pain

Have you ever just stared at a window and question it's strength? How can it endure the horrific sound of man and the mood swings of mother nature? How can it hold the cold away from the wicked that transformed it from sand to glass It cries silently as we mold and beat it The grain of sand once had dreams. It wanted to be the first to see the sea before it's friends It wanted to be part of a house near the beach Yet Here it is staring at the empty quad Where students meet and greet but forget if they don't get what they desire Friends is a new label that can only be given if you get 9/10, losing 1 mark because you no billionaire. The same way the world stole grain, they stole a 7 year olds happiness. Somewhere in the world, there she stands. She sees the world through her dad’s dusty specs. Everyday she sees a man die. She hopes for her dad’s return. Every night she sits in a corner wrapped around her mother's ****** dress. Hoping she is not next She no longer screams, her voice stolen by the men in black She hears silence. Ears filled with dried up blood People see pillars falling She sees innocent slaughtered We see what we want to see She sees what she is forced to see Soon she will be next Soon the world will mold and beat her into a slave of storytelling She lives in nightmares we fear Yet no help. She silently cries and stares at a broken window She relies on memories of good to sleep but sleep is a shuttered window that will cut you when u touch it. Her mom’s smile is like an empty quad, it's there but it's void. Her dad’s eyes are like the students, used to half its use. His daughter needed it most and no one understood why he couldn't see far. Window meet Her. Her meet your future, a window in the middle of nowhere living the life others have molded. Im Sorry.

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Smile. Have you ever seen a fish frown when it's stabbed? Have to ever heard trees cry when they fall? Have you ever tried to catch the smile of a happy bird? Why can’t you stick to the happy memories? Everyday is new Everyday a note is taken Why do we need to have more electrons in life when we can gather all protons and be a happy nuclear? What’s the point of trying to please a million snails when you can have one happy dog? Why not dance to everything and judge nothing? Remember that one smile that made u cry? Why remember it if it made you cry. Remember that song that made all good memories come to life? Now play that song as you read the rest There is no point in fighting for something that is hurting you. There is a reason why you can smile There is a reason why negative can be positive when equated properly No one is perfect but you are the role model of someone else. What you do may not affect me but it will affect those who look up to you and yourself. Sometimes we forget that even if our role model messes up, we have excuses for them. Mess up. Clean up. If they judge you, laugh because you can deal with your problems and they look at you with their luggage of problems so that they can compare to you. No one can hurt you. You can solve everything in your life. You can’t be a hero to all You can’t be a failure to yourself. You too good to fail yourself. So hold on to your smile.

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Apr 5, 2019

Apr 5, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC

MerciaJorge

Hold on to it.

Smile. Have you ever seen a fish frown when it's stabbed? Have to ever heard trees cry when they fall? Have you ever tried to catch the smile of a happy bird? Why can’t you stick to the happy memories? Everyday is new Everyday a note is taken Why do we need to have more electrons in life when we can gather all protons and be a happy nuclear? What’s the point of trying to please a million snails when you can have one happy dog? Why not dance to everything and judge nothing? Remember that one smile that made u cry? Why remember it if it made you cry. Remember that song that made all good memories come to life? Now play that song as you read the rest There is no point in fighting for something that is hurting you. There is a reason why you can smile There is a reason why negative can be positive when equated properly No one is perfect but you are the role model of someone else. What you do may not affect me but it will affect those who look up to you and yourself. Sometimes we forget that even if our role model messes up, we have excuses for them. Mess up. Clean up. If they judge you, laugh because you can deal with your problems and they look at you with their luggage of problems so that they can compare to you. No one can hurt you. You can solve everything in your life. You can’t be a hero to all You can’t be a failure to yourself. You too good to fail yourself. So hold on to your smile.

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Ever cried so much? Ever tried it under the rain? She did. She cried as the rain started pouring. She knew the world felt her pain as they shedded tears together. She cried so much that she forgot that she was crying and wondered where her tears where going. Has the world taken all the tears from her passed and showered her with it to prove she is strong? Has her tears dried up on her skin and covered with makeup? She looks down to the stain on her shirt. Her makeup. She always her pain from the human eye But never from the world's energy The world watched her cry from afar with no ways to hold her The world saw her smile as people pierced needles through her bruised heart The world looked away when she puked her air out when she cried The world cried when she thought she was happy But not today She cried with the world. Her pain Her sorrows Her bruises Her broken smile poured down her face as the world cried with it's own pain Where did her tears flow to? That’s the secret the world hides from us as we cry with it. It holds it away from as, because we deserve to smile. For real once in awhile

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Apr 5, 2019

Apr 5, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC

MerciaJorge

Where do tears go?

Ever cried so much? Ever tried it under the rain? She did. She cried as the rain started pouring. She knew the world felt her pain as they shedded tears together. She cried so much that she forgot that she was crying and wondered where her tears where going. Has the world taken all the tears from her passed and showered her with it to prove she is strong? Has her tears dried up on her skin and covered with makeup? She looks down to the stain on her shirt. Her makeup. She always her pain from the human eye But never from the world's energy The world watched her cry from afar with no ways to hold her The world saw her smile as people pierced needles through her bruised heart The world looked away when she puked her air out when she cried The world cried when she thought she was happy But not today She cried with the world. Her pain Her sorrows Her bruises Her broken smile poured down her face as the world cried with it's own pain Where did her tears flow to? That’s the secret the world hides from us as we cry with it. It holds it away from as, because we deserve to smile. For real once in awhile

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What happened to the rainbow people. Corruption planted itself in government and grew higher than the Real yellowwood Striking and burning necessities is our new flag Strangers with the right to be here are Ashes Strangers with plans are supported for their abundance of drugs Hospitals are important; said the tavern Burn it down; said the proud people The elders should be respected; said our parents **** and record; said the killers Let's go viral. Police will always help you is taught by schools Only help after 3 hours replied Police academies School is an endangered topic Youth falling victims at the hands of the very people who are supposed to care for them Children hurting teachers Teachers hurting kids Welcome to a journey of wonderful education that is years behind on information You learn to **** or cheer the killers Depending on moods We show our competitors that we weak We can’t stand together when we need We frown at fleeing springboks We smile as we step on our Protea So much has changed The rap game is to shame others The new songs can't be related songs Only hyped up words of courage in *** an *** is an *** Country getting touched by a man spinning in front of cops as kids get beaten and murdered right under their nose Criminals are charged after a year Murders have learned about bail Justice is an old topic Fathers being cheered for young girls Mothers hunting for fresh boys Cheer on, cheer on. Who you are is not accepted unless you funny Your gender is a disgrace unless is trending You have no voice unless America says it first Geniuses lie amongst us Bullied to not think Every day someone is shot. Gun and Camera A country filled with videographers and darkness. Eskom How to record in darkness is what we do best. Our Motto Everything is funny until it happens to us. Our reality

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Apr 5, 2019

Apr 5, 2019 at 3:52 AM UTC

MerciaJorge

Dear South Africa

What happened to the rainbow people. Corruption planted itself in government and grew higher than the Real yellowwood Striking and burning necessities is our new flag Strangers with the right to be here are Ashes Strangers with plans are supported for their abundance of drugs Hospitals are important; said the tavern Burn it down; said the proud people The elders should be respected; said our parents **** and record; said the killers Let's go viral. Police will always help you is taught by schools Only help after 3 hours replied Police academies School is an endangered topic Youth falling victims at the hands of the very people who are supposed to care for them Children hurting teachers Teachers hurting kids Welcome to a journey of wonderful education that is years behind on information You learn to **** or cheer the killers Depending on moods We show our competitors that we weak We can’t stand together when we need We frown at fleeing springboks We smile as we step on our Protea So much has changed The rap game is to shame others The new songs can't be related songs Only hyped up words of courage in *** an *** is an *** Country getting touched by a man spinning in front of cops as kids get beaten and murdered right under their nose Criminals are charged after a year Murders have learned about bail Justice is an old topic Fathers being cheered for young girls Mothers hunting for fresh boys Cheer on, cheer on. Who you are is not accepted unless you funny Your gender is a disgrace unless is trending You have no voice unless America says it first Geniuses lie amongst us Bullied to not think Every day someone is shot. Gun and Camera A country filled with videographers and darkness. Eskom How to record in darkness is what we do best. Our Motto Everything is funny until it happens to us. Our reality

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We all have masks on, we only allow who we dont mind being hurt by to remove it. Everyday is a new day to create a new mask Every night is a cold windy night to cool down while overthinking The pleasure our mind gives us when we need silence, overthinking Yellow little sunshine pour into my molded frown and burn me to smile cause my wounds are burns for my fake happiness. Yellow meet sun Orange fruit give me your sour taste to help me realise the bitter sweet truth lies within me. As i hold in the truth hold hands with yellow and burn me as you help yellow brighten the sun. Red eyes given when thinking of you. It's the colour that flows out of my body as i lie on the bed of needles, each point as sharp as my feelings for you yet hidden to the naked eye and painful for the oblivious body Green grass the effect that calms the mind. An ingredient that kills my lungs and frees my mind is green too. I should let you go yet you give me so much comfort that the world fails to give. My opinion right. Blue ocean. The only place i want to be, for the ocean i would leave everything. For the ocean i will forget everything. My weakness.

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Mar 26, 2019

Mar 26, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC

MerciaJorge

A bed of needles

We all have masks on, we only allow who we dont mind being hurt by to remove it. Everyday is a new day to create a new mask Every night is a cold windy night to cool down while overthinking The pleasure our mind gives us when we need silence, overthinking Yellow little sunshine pour into my molded frown and burn me to smile cause my wounds are burns for my fake happiness. Yellow meet sun Orange fruit give me your sour taste to help me realise the bitter sweet truth lies within me. As i hold in the truth hold hands with yellow and burn me as you help yellow brighten the sun. Red eyes given when thinking of you. It's the colour that flows out of my body as i lie on the bed of needles, each point as sharp as my feelings for you yet hidden to the naked eye and painful for the oblivious body Green grass the effect that calms the mind. An ingredient that kills my lungs and frees my mind is green too. I should let you go yet you give me so much comfort that the world fails to give. My opinion right. Blue ocean. The only place i want to be, for the ocean i would leave everything. For the ocean i will forget everything. My weakness.

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She stood still as life stood before her Her path unclear Her memories fighting one another Her demons sing the hymn her heart beats Life stood before her with claws that took lives away She tried to run Her blood filled with truth and depression Causing her to stand still Her mind filled with plans to run away Her painful memories won She learnt life had 3 choices Live, run or die She tried all and failed all Living and breathing became hard She lost meaning and saw a trampled heart Her heart stepped and bruised by the people she loved Her body used like a tissue on a hot summers day. Only purpose is to clean up. She searched for a place to bury her heart but only found more humans created to harm. Her blood flowed in disappointment and regret as she ran passed life and met death. Death gave a warm welcoming hand With eyes that glittered the face with truth of pain She knew death stole the identity of life But confrontations was her weakness She found a calmness that death gave her A calmness that turned all good, bad She ran back She sat in between life and death for she had nowhere to run The world she stole the blame from pushed her away The river that welcomed her with wickedness was rejected due to past teachings.. Now she remains in a world of confusion and accepting of everything.

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Jan 16, 2019

Jan 16, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC

MerciaJorge

Lifes teaching

She stood still as life stood before her Her path unclear Her memories fighting one another Her demons sing the hymn her heart beats Life stood before her with claws that took lives away She tried to run Her blood filled with truth and depression Causing her to stand still Her mind filled with plans to run away Her painful memories won She learnt life had 3 choices Live, run or die She tried all and failed all Living and breathing became hard She lost meaning and saw a trampled heart Her heart stepped and bruised by the people she loved Her body used like a tissue on a hot summers day. Only purpose is to clean up. She searched for a place to bury her heart but only found more humans created to harm. Her blood flowed in disappointment and regret as she ran passed life and met death. Death gave a warm welcoming hand With eyes that glittered the face with truth of pain She knew death stole the identity of life But confrontations was her weakness She found a calmness that death gave her A calmness that turned all good, bad She ran back She sat in between life and death for she had nowhere to run The world she stole the blame from pushed her away The river that welcomed her with wickedness was rejected due to past teachings.. Now she remains in a world of confusion and accepting of everything.

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Under my skin Cyan blood flowing through my body, sending my heart on a drumming quest for a feeling A feeling that wants to escape through my knife tattooed wrist We fall in love and hurt one another. We live with hidden emotions. We live with a camouflage hiding scars from the human satellite,called eyes. Falling in Tim Kuilmine, creating a comfy home for the lovers of solitude I fell into this safe haven, knowing that no one dared to enter the world of the hurt Until life sent a Prodigy into my hollow life He was the moon on my sleepless nights He was the sun shining on my cloudy day He is the rain that kisses me on a beautiful stormy day This Prodigy came into my my life like a feather causing mass destruction I hated this Prodigy who took me out the comfort of my hole Who made me laugh when depression clawed under my skin pleading to be released through my wrists He caused a hail storm of emotion when he hugged me Here today gone tomorrow i chanted But he was here today and tomorrow He made me stop giving the demon a path to dance from my mind to paper I started seeing stars after months of solitude and clouds Prodigy became VY Canis Majoris. Greek Gods never understood him for he was sent to save Proxima Centauri My love for him as my depression turned into insecurity But he saved me For now

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Jan 16, 2019

Jan 16, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC

MerciaJorge

Under my skin

Under my skin Cyan blood flowing through my body, sending my heart on a drumming quest for a feeling A feeling that wants to escape through my knife tattooed wrist We fall in love and hurt one another. We live with hidden emotions. We live with a camouflage hiding scars from the human satellite,called eyes. Falling in Tim Kuilmine, creating a comfy home for the lovers of solitude I fell into this safe haven, knowing that no one dared to enter the world of the hurt Until life sent a Prodigy into my hollow life He was the moon on my sleepless nights He was the sun shining on my cloudy day He is the rain that kisses me on a beautiful stormy day This Prodigy came into my my life like a feather causing mass destruction I hated this Prodigy who took me out the comfort of my hole Who made me laugh when depression clawed under my skin pleading to be released through my wrists He caused a hail storm of emotion when he hugged me Here today gone tomorrow i chanted But he was here today and tomorrow He made me stop giving the demon a path to dance from my mind to paper I started seeing stars after months of solitude and clouds Prodigy became VY Canis Majoris. Greek Gods never understood him for he was sent to save Proxima Centauri My love for him as my depression turned into insecurity But he saved me For now

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She stood still as life stood before her Her path unclear Her memories fighting one another Her demons sing the hymn her heart beats Life stood before her with claws that took lives away She tried to run Her blood filled with truth and depression Causing her to stand still Her mind filled with plans to run away Her painful memories won She learnt life had 3 choices Live, run or die She tried all and failed all Living and breathing became hard She lost meaning and saw a trampled heart Her heart stepped and bruised by the people she loved Her body used like a tissue on a hot summers day. Only purpose is to clean up. She searched for a place to bury her heart but only found more humans created to harm. Her blood flowed in disappointment and regret as she ran passed life and met death. Death gave a warm welcoming hand With eyes that glittered the face with truth of pain She knew death stole the identity of life But confrontations was her weakness She found a calmness that death gave her A calmness that turned all good, bad She ran back She sat in between life and death for she had nowhere to run The world she stole the blame from pushed her away The river that welcomed her with wickedness was rejected due to past teachings.. Now she remains in a world of confusion and accepting of everything.

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Jan 16, 2019

Jan 16, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC

MerciaJorge

Life's rules

She stood still as life stood before her Her path unclear Her memories fighting one another Her demons sing the hymn her heart beats Life stood before her with claws that took lives away She tried to run Her blood filled with truth and depression Causing her to stand still Her mind filled with plans to run away Her painful memories won She learnt life had 3 choices Live, run or die She tried all and failed all Living and breathing became hard She lost meaning and saw a trampled heart Her heart stepped and bruised by the people she loved Her body used like a tissue on a hot summers day. Only purpose is to clean up. She searched for a place to bury her heart but only found more humans created to harm. Her blood flowed in disappointment and regret as she ran passed life and met death. Death gave a warm welcoming hand With eyes that glittered the face with truth of pain She knew death stole the identity of life But confrontations was her weakness She found a calmness that death gave her A calmness that turned all good, bad She ran back She sat in between life and death for she had nowhere to run The world she stole the blame from pushed her away The river that welcomed her with wickedness was rejected due to past teachings.. Now she remains in a world of confusion and accepting of everything.

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Ever wished to be a bird Travel around the world with no need of being told the beauty of places As you reach your vulnerable stage, everyone is there Words of protection promised Words of eternal love tattooed on the heart Everyone showing you what you can become Each gift possess the piece of freedom they lost As you reach your fledgling stage Your need to travel grows stronger You start feeling the rope of life place itself on your neck Life whispers Promises are easily broken Tattoos fade You are not who they want you to be Forced to fly but fear of rejection from the wind creeps under your wings Everyday , pushed closer to the edge Every push tightens the rope Your need to travel disappears Your need to survive becomes important No longer wanting to travel Seeking a way to fly away Every attempt made when not being pushed tightens the rope The rope feels amazing as you suffocate try to please all The twigs stabbing your feet as you forever on edge Welcome to the stage of learning to fly At last the wind shouts fly my child The higher you go the tighter the rope Your heart breaks it's armour as you reach the top of the tree Your iris turning white as the joy is too much to handle As breathing can not be done You fall That moment of freedom is what we search for but we never remove the rope that society and family made. Fly little bird But first free yourself

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Jan 16, 2019

Jan 16, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC

MerciaJorge

Bird

Ever wished to be a bird Travel around the world with no need of being told the beauty of places As you reach your vulnerable stage, everyone is there Words of protection promised Words of eternal love tattooed on the heart Everyone showing you what you can become Each gift possess the piece of freedom they lost As you reach your fledgling stage Your need to travel grows stronger You start feeling the rope of life place itself on your neck Life whispers Promises are easily broken Tattoos fade You are not who they want you to be Forced to fly but fear of rejection from the wind creeps under your wings Everyday , pushed closer to the edge Every push tightens the rope Your need to travel disappears Your need to survive becomes important No longer wanting to travel Seeking a way to fly away Every attempt made when not being pushed tightens the rope The rope feels amazing as you suffocate try to please all The twigs stabbing your feet as you forever on edge Welcome to the stage of learning to fly At last the wind shouts fly my child The higher you go the tighter the rope Your heart breaks it's armour as you reach the top of the tree Your iris turning white as the joy is too much to handle As breathing can not be done You fall That moment of freedom is what we search for but we never remove the rope that society and family made. Fly little bird But first free yourself

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