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Mar 2017
i tried flying towards the sun, but it only made me fall.
i miss the golden warmth it gave, the ocean makes me bawl.
my skin is stung by salt, washing out my wounds.
is this the fault of fate, or not having any control?
i just wanted a sunny stroll, but i guess im taking the toll.
Katie
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