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// Blur 
// Story: Poetry 
// by September 
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When I fly
The World becomes a blur
And we finally see each other the same way
Both a blur

I fly faster and faster
And the world around me blurs more and more
What will happen when I fly faster than the blurs?
Will I leave everything I know behind?
Will the world be a blur forever?
I want to try but I can't leave them behind

Tears blur my eyes
I’ve been going so fast
And now I hurt someone
And hurt myself
Can we go back to before?
I just want to get away from here
As fast as possible

I’m too old for flying now
So I sit and read
My eyes are too old for reading
But I have glasses
To clear the blur from my eyes

Memories  are leaving me
But i don’t know when they do
So I just have this constant feeling 
That I’ve lost something
Important
I look at my faded tail
And try to remember
There were six colors
There were six of something else wasn’t there
And I had been a part of that

I want to go back 
To when thing were clear