The tiny fractions of time,
Between falling and flying,
Are full of fleeting lies
We tell ourselves we’re fine
I’m fine…
its fine…
And all the while,
We wait,
To be pushed again.
Sharing life in words.
The tiny fractions of time,
Between falling and flying,
Are full of fleeting lies
We tell ourselves we’re fine
I’m fine…
its fine…
And all the while,
We wait,
To be pushed again.
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