I lit my lantern,
looking it fly up and high.
As it goes higher,
my heart sinks further.

People say,
writing your wishes on the lantern,
will come true.

I use to believe in these myths.
Somehow,
part of me no longer do.

Part of me has died,
shedding a new skin for a new better me.
Fighting by my own will instead of wishing.

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