luke,
i recently noticed
how nice it would be
if i could fly.
having the ability
to go
wherever,
whenever.
i always feel
as if i am trapped here.
my baggage
weighing me down
like a thousand boulders.
its you, luke.
your my baggage.
just tell me why
you did
what you did.
and then maybe
just maybe,
i can fly
away.
i took this photo
of birds.
they look so
free,
careless even.
i would
give up
the world
if i could fly,
even for just
one day.
forver yours,
violet
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polaroid pictures
Fanfictionin which two people who only have each other bond over polaroid pictures.
