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May 2018
Wind rushing past my merciless eyes,
My wings beating out an undying tone
soaring ever so higher as the clouds fall away
and stars replace my view,
Leaving nothing but blackness
to fill the void in my heart.
My lips bend up in an inhuman manner
as I look beneath me.

Only to realize
that there is
a long way down
to fall.
Fame is not worth it
Antonyme
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Antonyme  14/M/6 feet below
(14/M/6 feet below)   
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