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Things have happened while I was away I've grown and grown In the space between reality and the roof I sit on. After years, I still want to describe the clouds as I see them And I still don't find the words My breath is still as short as my hair Everything, everywhere is as blurry as ever, in more ways than one But I've grown and grown The rooms are too small for me, The air is too thin for me, I take leaps of faith, lightly Light as lead ever was I don't like the darkness, I want to reach the sun And dear World, When I have grown and grown, Promise me, you'll grow bigger still Take my wings from me, before I melt into the sea I have all these dreams In the space between reality and the roof I sit on What if I run out of room?
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Jul 25, 2023
Jul 25, 2023 at 3:03 PM UTC
Dear World,
Things have happened while I was away I've grown and grown In the space between reality and the roof I sit on. After years, I still want to describe the clouds as I see them And I still don't find the words My breath is still as short as my hair Everything, everywhere is as blurry as ever, in more ways than one But I've grown and grown The rooms are too small for me, The air is too thin for me, I take leaps of faith, lightly Light as lead ever was I don't like the darkness, I want to reach the sun And dear World, When I have grown and grown, Promise me, you'll grow bigger still Take my wings from me, before I melt into the sea I have all these dreams In the space between reality and the roof I sit on What if I run out of room?
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20/F/hurtling through space
Jul 25, 2023
Jul 25, 2023 at 3:03 PM UTC
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