My wings have flown away.
My thoughts trying to catch.
I am trying to scratch with my nails the present,
as the past is trying the same on me.
Walking on head is insane but lets try once.
Puking sensation is bad, and its insane to even try it.
Oh my wings, booohooo hooo,
that you are gone can i still fly?
I want to fly away from here.
I want to be there or at least there.
I know its not GODly,
not even GOODly.
And you got it right not even BADly.
But so am I without my wings
devoid of any "-LY"
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