Birds

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When I was five,
I wanted to fly.
Mother always told me no,
so I would sit on the roof of my house
and watch them fly by.

When I was ten I did a project on birds.
I researched different ones and even learned their calls. Me and Thomas even made wings and pretended we were birds.

When I was 15, Thomas left me. He went to be with the birds.
He was free.
I was happy for him, but I was also jealous.
So the next day, I decided to be a bird. I climbed to the tallest building and lept off.

As I fell, I flew. I was happy. I was free. I prepared for my death. The hard concrete collided with my soft body. I was finally a bird, flying in heavens clouds. And I was with Thomas. We were all happy.

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