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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