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Jul 2015
It seems I spend most of my time with my head in the clouds,
Oh how I wish to be like them.
I wish to be careless, free, not a bound to anything, or anyone,
but no matter how high I get, my feet never leave the ground.
I am forever stuck, rising higher, but never actually leaving.
Like the roots on the ground have woven around my feet,
there's no actual way out, there never was, was there?
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