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He stands on the edge, Looking at the world in front of him. He takes a deep breath And slowly, he steps off. He's falling to the world below. Falling Falling Falling ......... He gently touches the ground. He looks up, And feels the rush run through his body. He closes his eyes and let's the fresh air touch his face, And it's where he wants to be.
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
The Rush