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The soul wants to get out of the body, it pushes hard through the eyes. I sight a plane far up high in the night sky and I realize I am obssesed with freedom, a new sunrise. The plane disappears behind a tall building taking away the oportunity of being free in this city of the unkind. Where is the kid I used to be? Where did she go? Where is the love I used to breathe? And I think, I wonder why was it that we wanted to grow up?
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Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
The plane.
The soul wants to get out of the body, it pushes hard through the eyes. I sight a plane far up high in the night sky and I realize I am obssesed with freedom, a new sunrise. The plane disappears behind a tall building taking away the oportunity of being free in this city of the unkind. Where is the kid I used to be? Where did she go? Where is the love I used to breathe? And I think, I wonder why was it that we wanted to grow up?
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Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
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