there was a girl who wished she could fly; she had many dreams, many involving worlds unseen; this girl would search for hours and hours, through thoughts and flesh and more; she could never find any answers to her questions; the only answers she found were to the ones she didn't dare to ask; eventually she stopped looking; she felt she didn't need to try; with the questions she never asked answered; she finally let herself fly; there was only one problem with her flight; she forgot she had no wings; she fell and fell and fell; but when she hit the ground she was happy at last; she no longer had dreams and she no longer searched; she was at peace; she existed no more
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Late Night Thoughts
Poetrylate night thoughts. rants. poems. writings. the things inside my head that i just can't keep there. I don't care about anything enough to bother with grammar or sentence structure. read at your own discretion.
