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Nov 2018
You're standing on the edge. You feel the pull of gravity as it tries to grab at you, trying to drag you back down. You are struggling to hold on as you stand at the very top of the crane. You clear your mind and you yet yourself go. You stop resisting gravity, and you let it pull you down. You fall, and you get the taste of true freedom before you hit the ground.
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Barker  M/Ottawa
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     Diary, Unknown, kyss and Manuel Hutchinson
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