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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Silent Struggles and Mental Addictions
PoetrySo, uh my names Kali. This, I guess you could say book, contains letters,poems, and other random shit I decide to write about. I'll stop wasting your time now. Just read the book. If you don't like it,don't read it. It's so simple. Okay, I'll let yo...
