memoires

it's taking away the things that it's supposed to help me reach

my right wing is called hopes
and my left wing is called dreams

i walk into something called school, but it's more similar to hell.

my wings can't stand the heat, so they start to deter.

bits and pieces of my wings removed day by day, where at one point,

i will be stuck in this town without a way to leave.

-auror, 2018-06-05