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He used to fly around me
    but he should've known
it is the kingdom of my fears
even the birds get lost in here
Petals
or*
*
parts?
Petals on the flowers I pick,
or parts of my heart that I give you?
Does it matter?
No.
You probably let both wither away
just like the times before.
Eh.
I'm missing something.
I'm missing a lot of things.
I'm missing the point
I'm missing my high school years
I'm missing the light
I'm missing the spring

What's wrong with my head?
What's wrong?

— The End —