The tide is high
Can pull away the tree anytime
Waves are soft
But it’s taking away sand from root
Unknown daemons
Waking up inside
Questions are returning
Without any answers
Trembling with fear
Still I can kill myself
I don’t want to end it like this
It’s a transformation
I know I can’t let it happen
Borrowing wings for sometimes
Can try to fly in the blue sky
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