If I could just have a breath of fresh air
Swirl fairy dust into my dark hair
I could soar on a breeze of rest
Feeling at last I was my very best
But here I sit awaiting such luck
Because ultimately I feel stuck
In the picture frame mid-stride
Going nowhere and wanting to hide
Because what if the fairy dust isn't meant for me?
Then what will my life turn out to be?
I just need that little ounce of magic
For now I feel incomplete and tragic
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