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Walking on the rough concrete, I had the sudden realization of what I was. I was never fully formed. No hand found mine to hold, nor could my own ever rest still at my sides. I was created only to free fall through the breath of tomorrow, from day to sunny day- a mirage of freedom to my acquaintances.
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
The Breath of Tomorrow
Walking on the rough concrete, I had the sudden realization of what I was. I was never fully formed. No hand found mine to hold, nor could my own ever rest still at my sides. I was created only to free fall through the breath of tomorrow, from day to sunny day- a mirage of freedom to my acquaintances.
alyssa-rose
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
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