You look up and around, and your friends are not beside you.
The kids that looked up and around the sky with you, connecting stars and finding animals in clouds have had their necks bolted to the ground,
Wings torn off.
Leaving you up and behind,
six thousand feet up in the sky
Unable to look down,
Unable to follow.
Fearing of life on the ground.
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