let us get a few things straight right now my wings are wet, my radar on the blink my patience is shot, my face is drawn but you still are cute, right? im flying blind, my designation unknown my power is low, my anger fully grown ive hit a wall that i will somehow get unstuck from but how?? i used to belive that i could fly now ill be lucky if i don't cry they inflicted the damage that ill inflict back but my wings are wet, and my neck will crack its raining, its pouring, but this is kind of boring im cold and im wet, and the guy next to me is snoring a wall pops up but i don't see it and it is my destiny to die, so i flee it flying away,but wings are wet and im sinking and for once as a bird, im thinking i tried to escape the daily grind but my radar's offline, and im flying blind
Reason for writing:
always flying blind, trying to get away, but there's always that wall
Birth sign: Aries
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