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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           .         .*
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
I am The Screen Outside of My Window
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           .         .*
This is very different, from what I usually write. At least what I have currently been writing. I hope someone liked it.
Jellyfish
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
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