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My head thought that is high
but eyes saw chilly dark
when I fly in the empty space
from the height try to find new place
in my life
Ugly hurt wings
stop the journey through the soul
anywhere I decide to go
meet broken dreams
Tell me if you can
is the hell foe or my friend
I begin to hear my heart
in spite of the brain is better part
for my mind.
Nearly catched in cobweb
exhausted without any force
run out of the hidden trap
spineless of course
