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Feb 2018
life is utterly a mess
that no one warned me about
sleep never comes
and reality hurts
but dreams make me fly
I wish I could stay asleep
when it finally comes to me
and here I am
sounding like I want to die
but truth is
I just want to fly.

I want to fly,
I want to soar
past where
the clouds
are no more.
Daisy Rae
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Daisy Rae  18/F/small nowhere town
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