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Grounded
I sit here in sorrow, not wanting to wallow.
Head spinning round. Why the hell won't it shut down?
Too many thoughts, spiraling down.
Emotions are churning, like a flag set to burning.
I look to the sky and wonder why.
All I really want to do is fly.
Head spinning round. Why the hell won't it shut down?
Too many thoughts, spiraling down.
Emotions are churning, like a flag set to burning.
I look to the sky and wonder why.
All I really want to do is fly.
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