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Every time I think that I'm getting closer, these tears dry me out and once again I lose.
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Every time I think that I'm getting closer, these tears dry me out and once again I lose.
I get lost under these lights, I get lost in the words I say, start believing my own lies like everything will be okay.
I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up Does rejoice.