Fly
By Brittany
Traveling down the same dusty trail I've seen for far too long already. The road feels too comfortable. My guard has mistaken its position. I must leave this place. Find a road to suit the new me. Sprout wings to escape. Fly away into the night. As long as I fly...away. Dust the pain away start a new beginning. Fly away into the day. Looking to never return. Only to fly...ahhh.. the dream of flying away but to never return. Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 12:43 PM PST 0 • 12
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