He told me to spread my wings and soar. I spread my wings, but I couldn't get off the ground. Before he died it was so easy and now it feels like I'm being pinned. I want to fly, but without him it's hard. His smile, his kisses, his hugs, everything about him made flying easy and I could soar high above the clouds. Flying brings back memories, memories that make me so happy I ache. Then I get sad, I can't create anymore memories with him. It feels so good but hurts so bad. I hate it.
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Sweet Pain
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