Nevermore

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By MrsPeterson

i lay here watching over the world i see the sky and a sea of rooftops i try to stand to weak i try to sit up to many drugs i try to speak your name but useless you are not here to hear it so i lay here watching over the world from my window atop the 8th floor of the last room i'll ever occupy my heaven my hell my end is near here in this bed i am still breathing but i'm not longer living i am lost i am flying away with the birds i can fly so high but my wings are clipped i am pinned i am trapped even if i get out i am still stuck i will never fly not like them so i sit and i watch over the world i can see the sky and a sea of rooftops but as the sun goes under i still don't see you i would speak your name but useless you are not here to hear it you are not here to help me fly so goodbye into the night i shall fly no more goodnight for tomorrow is nevermore

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