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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.
AloneInMyHead
Written by AloneInMyHead
Published | Edited 14th Sep 2015
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