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Wake up and look up to the skies, oppression and depression are the tears dropping from your eyes

When suicide will not make things better, wishing to fly knowing that you will never get feathers

Wanting to hug them but knowing you might never see them again
This pain is deeper than a cut
Dizzy with mixed emotions that I can't explain

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