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How long does it passed? 

Is it days? 

Is it months? 

Or is it years? 

I don't even know 

As time decide what it wants

Change everything in a blink 

And with time, I let him fly

No, I don't cry

No, I'm not in tears

I do what feels right 

What have to be done

So long ago I am selfish 

Buried in constipated feelings 

Drowning in pathetic emotions 

And now that he is free

Breathe in the new air

Able to see colors 

Flying high through the sky

And missing through the clouds 

This is it 

I let him fly