

Who KnowsA quarter past the current time wouldnt save her much.Who Knows
Submerged in water and gasping for air,
all she really wanted was to do was fly.
When her paradox became her parody the beating of wings wouldnt save her. Not whilst her own had become so tattered.
And so feeble hands reached out for fleeting hearts
and the only sound left was grief, rolled up into a ball and hurled at society and the futility of the bandaged cross of red tape. It couldnt change her,
how was it supposed to change the world.
They watched while solitude s
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I can't think of anything witty or wise enough to put here. . .
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I can't think of anything witty or wise enough to put here. . .
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