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As an arrow flies throughout the sky, it remembers its journey. How it was crafted, Stored, readied, and launched. He remembers the days where all he did was sit and think, where he wished to be free. Now that he is free he realizes that all is not how he dreamed. He was heading towards a target, one that he did not ever dream about. He was going too fast. All he cared for was life as it was, but now as he flies through the sky, breaking the air, he realizes he wasn’t ready.
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Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC
The Arrow
As an arrow flies throughout the sky, it remembers its journey. How it was crafted, Stored, readied, and launched. He remembers the days where all he did was sit and think, where he wished to be free. Now that he is free he realizes that all is not how he dreamed. He was heading towards a target, one that he did not ever dream about. He was going too fast. All he cared for was life as it was, but now as he flies through the sky, breaking the air, he realizes he wasn’t ready.
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Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC
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