I wish I could fly in the beautiful sky, with air rushing through my hair. With wind blowing on my skin. Yes I realize this may never happen, but wishing is not a sin. The wind would carry me for miles and miles and I would never give in. I would go through big white fluffy clouds, in and out. I want to soar and fly and dream, but the world is like one big evil scheme. Those people down there need to leave, they say there busy, they don't have time to fly and dream. To think, they say I'm crazy?
By @cutie7779311
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