

FreeI want to wander aroundFree
in a garden of green
I want to smell the sweetness of
early spring flowers
I want to fill my lungs
with the fresh new air
I want to feel the breeze
take my sins, and blow them away..
I want to be free


Then I knew, It was over.Then my wings got ripped off, and i fell from the sky. When my body smashed into the ground, I felt it break into a 1000 pieces. I screamed, as my tears and my blood mixed up. This time, there was going to be no rescue, I cried out in pain, And then, suddenly,Then I knew, It was over.
there was a sweet moment of numbness. I started to float, I felt weightless, peacefully floating in a world of white. It was then, I knew, that it was over.
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SchommelIk schommel Zachtjes heen en weer. De wind Door mijn harenSchommel
Speelt verleidelijk met mijn rok. De lucht Langzaam kleurt zij rood. De zon Maakt plaats voor de maan. Het licht Geleidelijk word het donker. Ik schommel De wind zacht dwingend in mijn rug. De hemel Word gevult met duizend sterren. De schommel Eenzaam gaat ze heen en weer. In het donker Is het niet langer veilig. De straten
Bevolkt door het duistere. En ik?
Ben er niet meer.
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to be alone is to be free..but to have company is to be happy..
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Imagine,
The sky is blue..
The grass is green..
The wind in your hair..
You're free.
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Writing is not just something you want to do... its something that consumes you, and forces you to either give it up or face poverty and madness.
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In heaven, everythings is fine...
Icon by Chapeliere Folle.
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