No matter
How long
I look up
At the stars
On my ceiling,
I still can't
Escape
From this world
And
The tears
Streaking
Down my face
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Flying Away || Poetry
PoetryPoems by the broken, for the broken. {Lovely cover done by @tinhovercarinice}
streak
No matter
How long
I look up
At the stars
On my ceiling,
I still can't
Escape
From this world
And
The tears
Streaking
Down my face
