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I had a dream that I could fly. Every time I tried to fly, strings from my wrists would hold me down slowly cutting the strings off from my wrists, leaving a trail of blood behind. As they fell to the ground below Finally after cutting the last string, tears in my eyes, I could fly Before I took off I thought about all those strings that held me back Being there to comfort me when no one could, how they had grown on me I've made up my mind Tonight i flew for the first time Flying until my wings gave out and i fell towards the ground below Waking up in a sweat i realized i was back in the hospital Legs broken, head pounding, bruises everywhere I look down at my carefully bandaged wrists Memories of cutting those strings off from my wrists flooding back.
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 1:46 PM UTC
flyings hard
I had a dream that I could fly. Every time I tried to fly, strings from my wrists would hold me down slowly cutting the strings off from my wrists, leaving a trail of blood behind. As they fell to the ground below Finally after cutting the last string, tears in my eyes, I could fly Before I took off I thought about all those strings that held me back Being there to comfort me when no one could, how they had grown on me I've made up my mind Tonight i flew for the first time Flying until my wings gave out and i fell towards the ground below Waking up in a sweat i realized i was back in the hospital Legs broken, head pounding, bruises everywhere I look down at my carefully bandaged wrists Memories of cutting those strings off from my wrists flooding back.
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 1:46 PM UTC
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