Dear mom,
I'm eleven. It was a long time before you let me go, but I was at the park watching the sunset and the birds flying when everything went dark,
These men say they're gonna solve my heart problems, that I'll be the greatest thing they ever had, I'm in pain, everything's hot and everything's fading to white. I don't think I'm gonna make it through this, if I don't, just know that I'm a bird set free, flying high in the sky during sunset.
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Flying High || ELLIE PHIMISTER: NEGASONIC TEENAGE WARHEAD
FanfictionIn which Ellie Phimister ignites a different fire within her.
