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#paperplanes
Most of us are just paper planes, Trying to become origami cranes.
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Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 7:23 PM UTC
Paper ✈️
when i was younger i used to toss paper planes into the air now when i toss myself into the air i see myself as a paper plane once caged,now free.
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
Paper Planes.
I've been rolling, getting lonely, without trees here to hold me stars have now exploded a million times, but is it only in my mind it's only been a moment, I wish I could hold it but I know time is on my side Am I even outside I think I'm walking on the  s                                                   k                                                       y                                                            / I'm feeling pretty HiGh, I must be dinning on the stars tonight I see the paper planes go by, they stop to say **"h                                                                               i"** I have some trees by my side. Galaxy's are in my cup, I'll be swimming here sippin' up, is it alright if I stay here tonight? I know I AM ON A FLIGHT I'm here to dance with the moon, I   won't                 be                       coming                                      down                                                 anytime                                                                  soon.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 6:15 AM UTC
Dances with Moons
Was it so long ago Under the old oak we built our dreams? So tiny, we were, The world seemed like such a big place For two dream chasers, like us. Was it a thousand years ago When you in all your innocence Said that you'd check under the bed In all your childish valor, and clear me of my fears? Do you remember, When we sat by the cold stream With the water running through our feet, How you picked up a few daisies And crowned me as the queen? And how I picked up a stick And made you my knight of honor? Remember running back home, When it got too late, Scared your old man, a drunk, Will beat your Ma and make you cry? How when I waved good bye from the next door, All I hoped was that you'll make it out alive The next day. Was it so long back, When we lay in green fields And looked up to the blue skies, Dreaming one day, we'll make it up there And never have to look back in tears? Flying paper planes and trying to catch our dreams Doesn't seem so long now, That you said goodbye And made it first to what lay beyond the blue skies.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Paper planes and Dream-catchers