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Dec 2019
Dreams of where I die bring me peace in a funny way
As it’s often feels like I’m an angel with broken wings
Hoping for the one day that I finally get to fly away
Cause heaven only knows that I’m miserable
Living life while chasing a shadow who’s only invisible
To those who aren’t aware of the role they play
So my only hope is to sprout my broken wings and fly away
Written by
John Mendoza  24/M/Brooklyn, NY
(24/M/Brooklyn, NY)   
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