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Will it hurt very much?
No, only enough to know
Is it something I can touch?
Yes, but unlikely very low.

When will this take place?
Only a few days from now
Is it something I must face?
You´ll want to. That I vow.

Such times make me tense
Sending chills to every bone
But still then it makes sense
The only truth of being alone.

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I heard a single voice
Wait - It´s actually many
Raising into a noise
Decipher little or any

They yell me to stop
To never dream of flight
Or I´ll fall from the top
And loose my little might

I know that they know
But I´ve become a fool
Just going with the flow
Lowered to a meer tool

Maybe this time I´ll learn
That I can never fly
Just loose all that I yearn
Or perhaps just die.