I don't bother,
To try and explain anymore;
Because I know.
No matter
How many times
I repeat myself
And tell you
What I feel;
You will never
Understand.
Because how can the bird
Know what it feels like
To be planted
On the ground,
When everybody else
Is flying
above you?
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we_are_novelties
Oct 07, 2014 05:43AM
Hi, I have re-posted How Many Moons Left? and I was wondering if you could check it out. It has been edited and revised, so hopefully it's better. And remember to vote or comment if you like it. Tha...View all Conversations
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