A boat alone in the ocean,
A cloud alone in the sky,
Why was I brought here,
When my wings can't even fly?
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Realisation
General FictionUp, up, up. And out, and out, and out. Out until your finger tips touch the stars. Until theres no room left for breath. The shadows and the hurting. Only stars. And it's calm. And calm and calm and calm. It's calm and you breathe and you breathe. T...
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A boat alone in the ocean,
A cloud alone in the sky,
Why was I brought here,
When my wings can't even fly?
