wind whips around a body
standing high upon a cliff
they're not scared
and if they are
other emotions are hiding it
conflicting thoughts
all revolving around
the jump, or fall
looking over the edge
water tumbles
crashes, water sprays
rocks are pummelled by salt water
picked on, shoved, drowned
the person glances to the sky
the sun is setting
they smile
a pretty last sight to see
clouds aren't very thick
it'll be a cold night
they remove their shoes
the ones they hurriedly shoved on
before fleeing the door
looking up again
smiling
they take a slight run
extending their arms
like a bird
or plane, ready for take-off
they fly
for a split second they're free
no one can control them now
they're away, never returning
smiling as they fly into the sun set
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i want to fly