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keke
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My mind hovers at night. Hovering over my existence and questioning everything in its way. My mind never stops thinking. It refuses to stop.
It's like a helicopter floating over the edge. Teetering so close to ground but never stable enough to land. Always too high. The turbulence would blow you away.
The helicopter was my mind.
The wind was me.
Because I blow everyone away and not in a good way. I'm a bomb that will explode and obliterate everything surrounding me.
I am wind. You can never catch me. But you can feel me as I blow your hair away and pound at your face.
I am wind.
I am nothing but air.
