Sundays (TØP)*on hold*
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I looked over the edge for the millionth time, maybe Josh was right. Maybe I never will do it, but I had to try. My legs hung over the edge, with just one quick movement I would be flying like a bird with no wings. Soaring like a plane with no engine. I would be a pilot, without a parachute as his plane exploded around him.
I could be invincible, yet completely bounded.
Invisible, but never even seen at all.
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