air holes
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•05 Feb 2023
Its time to leqve. Its time to go. Pack your bags and let it go. The let go. The more you hold on. You wont grow. But when youre in it you dont know. So let grow. You scare crows Just breathing throigh where the air goes. As big as a whales air holes. My heart humming bird matched to tempos. These beats per minute. Message sent by pigeons. Biggest dreams and wjshes. Come slower than a turtles finish. But thats the race. Birches. When that rabbits being chased By the past. As far up as you can go up. Gravity shows you the low. Thats the bottom. hinging on the back of your head That lives. The door won't open. And wont let go. A memory a thought maybe thats an echo. A scar on your brain A place you dont want to live. Somewherr to Forget An error exquisite. The beautiful mess. Till its too far away to see. And it Vanished. Like all ships set to sea. Its time to be free. Transcended. . All the real things begin with love. All the energy destroyed from bullshit and talking tounges. i ve been playing off my pain. Not thinkong about the things that really matter. i ve been hanging on to hurt. Not focused on making it work. I ve been living in yesterday. As the world gets burnt. I am running out of ways to leave. I ve been asking myself max. What will you do before your graves.
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Its time to leqve. Its time to go. Pack your bags and let it go. The let go. The more you hold on. You wont grow. But when youre in it you dont know. So let grow. You scare crows Just breathing throigh where the air goes. As big as a whales air holes. My heart humming bird matched to tempos. These beats per minute. Message sent by pigeons. Biggest dreams and wjshes. Come slower than a turtles finish. But thats the race. Birches. When that rabbits being chased By the past. As far up as you can go up. Gravity shows you the low. Thats the bottom. hinging on the back of your head That lives. The door won't open. And wont let go. A memory a thought maybe thats an echo. A scar on your brain A place you dont want to live. Somewherr to Forget An error exquisite. The beautiful mess. Till its too far away to see. And it Vanished. Like all ships set to sea. Its time to be free. Transcended. . All the real things begin with love. All the energy destroyed from bullshit and talking tounges. i ve been playing off my pain. Not thinkong about the things that really matter. i ve been hanging on to hurt. Not focused on making it work. I ve been living in yesterday. As the world gets burnt. I am running out of ways to leave. I ve been asking myself max. What will you do before your graves.
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