Fucking emo

If you were fucking enough

It was windy, and I missed having a terrace. Back home in the city, we had one, and I miss being able to go out and see the city and the people. I miss feeling like I had a home.

The terrace we were on now seemed endless. We walked for hours, and the person on my right was taller, making me feel safe despite the strong wind that sometimes even lifted me off the ground.

I panicked momentarily, trying to force my feet back onto the terrace floor. I was scared of being blown away, but my father held my hand firmly.

I couldn't see his face because the sky was too bright behind him. I ran with him, even though he seemed to be standing still. The wind blew again, and both of my feet flew off the terrace, but I held onto his hand tightly.

"If you were already enough, who would you be?" he asked me.

The wind kept blowing, and I never answered. Eventually, the wind blew too strong, and I became so light that I flew over the city and out to the ocean. I saw islands, coral reefs, and forests.

I woke up feeling dizzy, and the bed was spinning. I tried to get up but felt nauseous, so I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Seconds later, I was on my knees, vomiting my insides.

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