Sometimes time has reached a point where I just want to take off like a bird and fly…
Fly, fly, fly so high that I’m eventually able to touch the sky –
and free myself form all the pain, that brings me down again,
everytime I try,
like an overwhelming flyswatter,
forcing me to fall down hard.
Over and over and over,
again.
Oh mother!
PROSPERMIND 
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