"Sometimes I feel like I was being pushed out of a 4 story building, landing on the concrete, flat on my back. My lungs are gasping for air and tears are streaming out of the corner of my eyes. And in that moment I should be worried about trying to breathe, getting in that sweet air, but instead I'm lying there looking up at the stars wishing, hoping, the fall had killed me."
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Poetry...from stories I will never write. Here are some things I would love to write in books but never have time to write.
