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Jan 2020
the people who love me watching me crash land,
trying to hold me down in a jet pack or a parachute,
In this dream I can never see the object they’re trying to use to save me,
But I always see the look on their face,
When they watch me hit the groundβ€”

relief.
Written by
abby  23/F/Connecticut
(23/F/Connecticut)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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