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Why do people care when I fall down on air, It's a root, first of all, I don't know why they dare, I don't die, must I fall, I may cry and may crawl, Let this be something learned for the next one who saw, I know I'm the one that will die in the movies, However I go I know It won't be soothing, I run after day when it's worse for the sight, Of course, I would trip when i'm running in the night, For the better or worse, I'm the first one to go, It is good that I know I'm the start of the flow, At the end of the day, It all goes out to show, I am falling on roots, not the air you a*sholes!
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
Falling on Air
Why do people care when I fall down on air, It's a root, first of all, I don't know why they dare, I don't die, must I fall, I may cry and may crawl, Let this be something learned for the next one who saw, I know I'm the one that will die in the movies, However I go I know It won't be soothing, I run after day when it's worse for the sight, Of course, I would trip when i'm running in the night, For the better or worse, I'm the first one to go, It is good that I know I'm the start of the flow, At the end of the day, It all goes out to show, I am falling on roots, not the air you a*sholes!
**** inspired by a dream.
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
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