An old text I wrote a year ago. Trigger warning.
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Once upon a time was a girl whose dream was, and always had been, to fly.
When she used to hang her legs over the edge of the cliff she always ended up on, she couldn't help but gaze down the heights of rocks and strong, freezing winds, wondering why she couldn't bring herself to jump, and let time and space fade her body away. She knew she'd come back as a bird anyway.
She didn't feel like she belonged on earth, as if the ground wasn't made for her feet to step on. She always looked up at the sky, her head in the clouds, mind sore and legs weak. Freedom was her drug.
One day she jumped, and flew away.
Look out for her. She'll come back as a bird.
