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Aug 2015
From the take-off
I was instructed well
T-minus nine and counting
Check those buzzers and bells

An adrenaline high as I reached the sky
With such ease I was learning to fly...

But no one prepared me
For the inevitable crash
Into a land of cheaters
And love that never last

Like a fool I cried
Those mourning dove tears
Was it merely a lesson
Or perhaps a cure

'Cuz now I fly
A bit closer to the ground
I refuse to let emotional chemistry
Ever bring me down...
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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