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Oct 15
I wanted to leave.
Maybe fly high into space, reach for a star that as of right now seem so distant.

Can I fly without a spaceship? Maybe just drift into the oxygen-less void and let my eyes blur for a sudden death that in all honesty seems so calm, peaceful even.
Kirsten Hunt
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Kirsten Hunt  18/F/South Carolina
(18/F/South Carolina)   
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