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There was a girl who desperately wanted to fly. She desired it more than anyone could understand. So she forged some wings out of some worthless things like pain deceit and hurt, hoping it could work.
Brush my teeth, fix my hair, off to bed. Wake up, brush my teeth, go to school, go to work. Weekends wake up get dressed go to church. The cycle repeats.
I woke up not being able to breathe. My breaths, quick and short. My mind was racing, trying to understand this new pain I was feeling. I was surrounded by flames, they touched my back but brought no pain.
Music was my soul. Music showed me how to “carry on, let the good times roll.” It helped me “let my path unfold.”
“I am so frustrated!” the pure hurt ranged through my ears. “I am so tired of having to get stuff done all by myself.” She wept. This was my first time seeing her break down. She was so strong and always upheld her crown.
BIG AND WARM SMALL AND COLD DULL AND BRIGHT FILLED WITH EQUAL SHADES OF LIGHT AND DARK NEW BORN SMALL AND INNOCENT SMILES OF PURE HAPPINESS SHE DOES NOT KNOW WHAT WILL AWAIT HER IN THE FUTURE
September By Kyrie Writes Oh September Do you remember how the world was colorful? The sun was blinding The days were long
Eleven ounces lighter, I stepped on the gas pedal, Eleven ounces lighter I had to push a little harder. Breathe.Leaving home was too easy. The goodbyes were only temporary. But, what made it difficult was leaving her.