All she ever wanted to do
Was to run away from her life
For just one day
She prayed to god
To let her grow wings
To let her fly far and wide
And when he didn't grant her wish
She took things into her own hands
And flew on her own
Without a pair of wings
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
