Me, my bed, and my phone
Scrolling the feed of the insta
Trying to hide my soul,
Behind the glasses of fake stuff
I know, somewhere deep inside
That I’m worth more than that
But I can’t no longer keep to this side
Cause all these intentions are dead
I tried, maybe not this hard
To make, all the things work
But you can’t fly high above,
When your wings are hurt.
I need just to find a hint,
A small piece that will sparkle my heart
Cause I want my life to mean,
And I think that I’ve come to the start.
Start point
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