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Apr 2018
Taking one last step and realizing there are none left.
Dreaming that you're falling and waking up seconds before you collide with the ground.
The last second before you jump off a diving board.
When you climb to the top of a tree and look down.
When you gulp back that last breath before letting the ocean pull you under the surface.

Waking up.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  35/Alberta.
(35/Alberta.)   
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   Myrrdin, Ya-------Na and francesca
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