Numb. Detached myself from the world.
Clueless. Deserted in an unknown territory.
Swerved. Cried in solemn...
while everyone else seemed to be moving along well,
My wings are tattered.
Walk beside me, would you?
Even though things will never be the same.
Mind your shoulder, could you?
Even if you aren't game.
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