Melancholy

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I want to collide with this storm ,
So that it'll break me into pieces of me to form me again ___
I want to fight with those clouds ,
So that they'll shower me with their heavy rain and I can cry until I found my voice back  with new voice inside me ___
I want to grab that lightening wave ,
So that it's current waves run from my blood to veins , shaking me until I found that faith and hope of light in me ___
I want to fly high in the space ,
So that it'll snatch all of my oxygen from my lungs and when I'll return to earth , I could breathe these layers of oxygen ,
And my new lungs would form ___
I want to stand on the sharpest edge of earth on my feet ,
So that when it dig inside me , the grief that my throat will hold come out with that loud scream.

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