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Jan 2014
me and my little friend made a paper airplane. Like me it soars and falls, but instead of soaring again it gets crumpled up and thrown away. To be as crisp and smooth as paper yet so easily torn. Ripped and soggy from your own tears. Never to soar again. I am a paper airplane. Are you?
bored and depressed
Megan McBryde
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Megan McBryde
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