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We do not know how to fly but we shall have the choice of wings Wings of blazing dewdrops to calm our thirst Wings from an old attic, pierced, dusty, useless Wings of memories and regrets which will pierce us through the heart during our fall Wings of our hair braided together, which will make us land smoothly on the beach Wings of the morality of right-thinking people, which will stone us to death during our flight Wings of sweetness, communion, sharing Wings of fury which will smash down the Queen of Heart's mirror to let us in her secret garden Magic wings which will transform us in shells We do not know how to fly, but we shall h

Power on. 6am. Get up. Dress yourself. Eat. Go to college... Fake a smile. Pretend to laugh. Don't let them see.. Go home. Stare at walls. Get cornered between the walls in your head... Move. Leave the house. Fake another smile. Probably get a drink. Wiggle free from the demons around you at day. For an hour or two. But they're circling. Coming closer again. Go home! Hurry! Power off. ...Lean on the wall... ...breathe... ...sink down... ...they're crashing down on you. Drag your body to the bedroom. Watch a Stream. A Video. Avoid sleep at all cost. It's not working. Sink to your bed. Sleep. You can not flee from the demons w