Sky high

I was flying high

Like a kite in the sky.

And all of a sudden my life came crashing down.

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I thought I was immune.

I thought I was mature.

I was not.

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I don’t know what to do.

I don’t know what to do.

Trying to pick up the pieces.

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My kite, my life, is fragile.

When it came crashing down,

It shattered to pieces.

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Pieces that together

I can never put back.