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Dec 2021
Little bird, it was not yet
Your time to meet the sky.
How eagerly you leapt and, oh,
How oft for you I cry.

- p. winter
imagine thinking the time has come for you to move forward in something only to find out you jumped too soon and now youre actually right back where you started except now you've tasted what it would have been like and it makes the regret for how certain you were all the more powerful because you feel stupid for how surely you thought you were right lol **** that would ****
Penelope Winter
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Penelope Winter
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