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I'm falling through the atmosphere, Burning up, scorching my skin Unstoppable, to my own demise. But is it really death to be free? Stuck between gravity and a hard place I let go, and flare up majestically. I'd rather be a shooting star Ephemeral and destructive Than a prisoner of my own fate. I'm dropping down, and out.
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Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 3:04 AM UTC
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I'm falling through the atmosphere, Burning up, scorching my skin Unstoppable, to my own demise. But is it really death to be free? Stuck between gravity and a hard place I let go, and flare up majestically. I'd rather be a shooting star Ephemeral and destructive Than a prisoner of my own fate. I'm dropping down, and out.
I am tired of studying. But there is no better place for me right now... I kind of want to give up.
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Mialentia
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Mialentia
24/Trans Female/France
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 3:04 AM UTC
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