Fire

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Blowing in the wind, my thoughts, my harrowing doubts, and my ambitions.

Maybe if i jump high enough, i will catch them.

Maybe if I jump high enough I could touch the stars.

But I'm scared,
Scared of what will happen when my dreams unfold.

Will I crash and burn?

Or will I light the fire?

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