Chapter 8: Fly

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Fly

Sometimes I stare at the sky,
Hoping to fly,
Hoping that these bad feelings would disappear,
And for a few minutes, I would feel free,
Not tangled in any in any knots,
Free from problems,
Free from stressful thoughts,
As I let the sky cure all my pain and uneasiness.

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