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What a pretty sight to see; your wings strung apart from the ceiling. Your childhood heroes are no more and your fears are amplified right before your eyes. Caught in the dream that someday you will see the sun, you fight to continue smiling. For the people who will forsake you in the end, you find it easier to just believe in the lies.There is no destination. You're heading to nowhere.
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good job on it!