The screen in my window is partially torn
one half is fully attatched while the other..
is caught in the wind that is slowly pulling
it along, waiting for it to let go and flow as
gracefully as the newly falling snow
**But I am the other half, holding on for my
life because I'm afraid of heights that the
wind will lift me up to..**
The glass that I am protecting is already
broken, so why shouldn't I let go?
Don't.
*N
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I
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m
f
a
l
l
i
n
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
The screen in my window is partially torn
one half is fully attatched while the other..
is caught in the wind that is slowly pulling
it along, waiting for it to let go and flow as
gracefully as the newly falling snow
**But I am the other half, holding on for my
life because I'm afraid of heights that the
wind will lift me up to..**
The glass that I am protecting is already
broken, so why shouldn't I let go?
Don't.
*N
o
w
I
'
m
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
.
.*
