the beauty of fresh air
never seemed so sweet to me
i can take off my glasses
and clearly see
with the gorgeous sight of getting up
from a fall
the paradox of giving your
all
with one final tear
the constant fluidity of fears
how do you feel? with healing
a rhetorical question
of this distant feeling
beautiful disaster, here you are
staring me in the eye
i know all your tricks and lies
now from baby to girl to woman
im leaving it today
jumping into the change
of risk
if i insist, i'll jump first
cause there is a long line
of the necessity of the healing
process of a human
ill leap first
with the sudden burst
ill go first
...here i go..
to be continued
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