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I am an airplane of sorts, With the ability to coast from one place to another, Hosting an array of ambitions and emotions, Roasting them on the fire of hope
The first time I felt like this, I was in the 7th grade. In a tent in a national park, surrounded by tigers and cricket warnings of the night and what lurked in the bush.
Do you ever just wonder if not where you are now, where would you have been? Do you ever just sit to trace back your life? Embracing the soft silken thread of your journey, from one end to the other?
At 13, Abuse lived so close to your sleeping place you almost thought it was a nightmare But it was true, Nobody believed you because you were naive, you were still learning to make two braids and not getting better at it.
We’ve built our love on endless toxicity Burning the roses but keeping the thorns Dancing mechanically On a bed of jagged glass. We pull and push and struggle.
