I see something blink,
In the dark night sky,
It makes me think,
What if I could fly,
Where would I go?
Could I be with you?
Even if it were so,
Are these feelings true?
I ask myself silly questions,
Which make me hesitate,
And break into little fractions,
These are the feelings I hate,
Not being able to tell you how I feel,
Not being able to be by your side,
Feeling your breath so real,
I want to know why do I run & hide?
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