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Apr 2013
When things get heavy
Too much to bear
Your body might sag
You might forget to wash your hair
Getting up is a chore
When your being feels deflated
And your light starts to dim
When you find yourself feeling less than elated

Then one morning
You get up with a purpose
Your legs want to move
Faster, away from this circus
You pack up your things
Only bare essentials
You leave your doors unlocked
Your emotions heighten tenfold

So you're running away
You've been given no other choice
With all the things people say
It tends to drown out your voice
In your head, you know
This may not be the wisest thing
But in your head, you grow
The wildest, most beautiful white wings

Fly away now
For this is for you
Fly up and out
No need for your shoes
No need to pout
Now you can't lose
You're flying and then you shout
"I don't care about your news."
John
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John  28/M/New York
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