sun

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you are like the sun

shining brigther than anything in the world

more beautiful than anything

shining your light on other

you only have two things that aren't perfect

two kind of people can't survive you

the first,

the one you bring shadows

blinded by your light

they look for approval

only to find a void

to scream in

to get lost in

to die in


than you have the second one,

the icarus

desperately trying to keep up

Burning his wings in the proces

You are my mum

you are a sun

I am you son

I am an icarus

I can't please you

I slowly burn my wings

I slowly fall down

I slowly lose you

you slowly lose me

I will crash into the sea

never to be found again



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