Fly Away

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Sometimes in life,
I just wish that I could get the knife.
And kill myself.
Without a doubt.
Just to fly away without a word.
Spread my wings like a bird.
Fly with all the clouds in the day.
Not caring at all about what people say.
Then at night I soar with the stars.
And watch the sunset from a far.
Fly away.
From all the problems in my day.
Away from all my failures and all the wrong I do.
And my parents that don't care about me too.
Sometimes a bird is what I want to be.
To take a day to appreciate all the things I see.
From the beautiful trees.
To the rising sun.
Flying away from adult problems.
Like paying fees.
And all the sadness.
That life brings to me.
And a bird my dear friend.
That's all I want to be.

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