The day was long

When there was no chance of being there

In that warm room with you

I used to take comfort

In the fact that I would be there soon

That you looked forward to my coming

Took me high above the others

And now, I've come back to earth

And I loathe the dirt I'm forced to trod upon

To fly was to live

To fall is to die

I can feel my soul begin to suffocate

I cannot breathe surrounded by these

How long can I last without a breath?

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