Small Steps

One Step. Two steps. Three steps. Swallowed by dark. It has me. but now isn't the right time to take me. everything crashing. Caving in. i am my own enemy. eating myself. dont say a word. keeping locked up. nobody wants to hear it. giving up. cant take it. ready to spring. ready to jump the trap.ready to run. i run. i leap. i soar. im flying. freeing myself. spread thine wings. every gust of wind a new obstacle. but i've left and nothing can stop me now. baby bird has not another broken wing. you cant control me...anymore

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