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#anothersadlovestory
I feel like Icarus; or a lead ballon. For I know I am Dragging-Dragging-Dragging On the ground— and It’s Cold And I’m Cold I. Remember. Flying. Flying to close to the sun; It was hot- We were hot. I just flew too close- While trying to leave the atmosphere I popped and my wings melted; And now? Now- I’m just cold A lead balloon on the ground. Or I’m Icarus and I’ve drowned But it’s still the same Cold and going down
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Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
Out of Love