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Time to fly

The world it seems
has varied emotions

all sealed and packed in some magical box

well, no one cares about 'emotional s***'

they do try to show they care, nonetheless

I want to find a place
so secure
so warm
it would always make me feel so safe
away from my ever squabbling brother
from school, ever so demanding
from friends, whom i loved
from those whom i detest, and those i loved
away from people who i know
people who expect
those who demand
ask for responsibility
yes, i shun it all

People say i don't want to grow up
If only someone could understand what I am
...why i am, the way it all is for me
Someone who would want to know
what is this place I keep talking about
This fantasy, that world
Dream about the days
That wishful place
Where there are none of the 7 sins
nor is the Satanic 8
The 3 witches would just stay out of it
and the plural forces, its none of your business.

Its just getting scarier to be a part of this side of the world
the one, all pain -striken
not because its inevitable
but its begining to get, desirable
A 'desirable' pain?
Yes. that exists. Welcome to earth.
the planet with things called humans.
the place from which i want to run away.

that what begings

to end

the inevitable end

Or

the desirable one.

So, have i grown up.

Talking the sense you asked me to.

Now, can i go there.

My place, my dream world. that wishful place.

Let me go. Let me fly...

...its time.

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