She sits on a cliff, so scared, and begs to grow wings
So she could follow the wind.
The wind doesn’t mind, the wind doesn’t care
Even if it’s the edge, it will keep on going.
The increasing breeze pushes her and whispers:
"Scream. Scream until your lungs will burn…and fly.
Fuck theme all, just fly to never land, where even if they screw you over time after time, your body wont continue growing bearing those hideous scars."
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