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Everything was perfect until you came You made me human... Where every thought becomes a sin, And every revelation becomes a lie. I put on a blue cape, and jumped 43 ft high            But now, I never float... I drew an image, stared for hours            But it never moved... I was crossing the highway lifted my hands into a "stop!",            But I almost died... I AM HUMAN. Every day I was transforming into something they called "normal". My wings are long gone and I was running late. You see, I put my fingers on my forehead and as I opened my eyes, **** it! I was still here. I was thinking of "teleportation". Hey, I was thinking of teleportation, I said. It was the last thing I wished for... I . . I was hoping to go where you are. Because I am now human, I also lose the courage to fight for you... Because I am not perfect. I am not... But, being human. I knew you...
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC
The Unbecoming of becoming a Human
Everything was perfect until you came You made me human... Where every thought becomes a sin, And every revelation becomes a lie. I put on a blue cape, and jumped 43 ft high            But now, I never float... I drew an image, stared for hours            But it never moved... I was crossing the highway lifted my hands into a "stop!",            But I almost died... I AM HUMAN. Every day I was transforming into something they called "normal". My wings are long gone and I was running late. You see, I put my fingers on my forehead and as I opened my eyes, **** it! I was still here. I was thinking of "teleportation". Hey, I was thinking of teleportation, I said. It was the last thing I wished for... I . . I was hoping to go where you are. Because I am now human, I also lose the courage to fight for you... Because I am not perfect. I am not... But, being human. I knew you...
the best gift is to be human.
theblindseeker12
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC
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