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Flying

I close my eyes and go flying towards the sky I pull my hand to touch my back I feel the soft feathers on my wings The breeze on my face as I speed through the air I'm flying and touch the clouds I open my eyes The ground is getting closer I try to pull up but I keep falling I touch my wings and feel not soft feathers but blood Tears roll down my face as I fall I see the ground get closer The cars are rolling past People scream as the tears blur my vision I see the roof of the building get further away I scream as the ground gets closer I'm falling I close my eyes and I am flying through the air

~Frogrebal

 
 
 

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