when we fly, our insides are supposed to soar with dignity and sail across the oceans of guilt.
so why is it then that i feel like the waters
of the ocean have inflitrated my insides?
why do i feel like my spirit has died down with the deepest darkest waters in the ocean?when we fly, what do we fly with?
our spirits.just be careful that yours doesn't end up collapsing in the dreadful waters.
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