

Flying a KiteAll smiles, that’s always how it starts, But never how it ends. You talk, play, fly together, And then she’s gone.Flying a Kite
All laughs when you fly a Kite, But in the back of your mind the fear. Then it slips through, and you grasp for it, But how hard did you try?
You know you’ve lost something precious, When the Kite haunts your dreams. When she doesn’t hear you scream,
When she doesn’t see you bleed.
And you see the moment, When the Kite slipped through your grasp. Wishing with such self loathing, That you’d tried harder to hold on.  
you want it
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a black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere
Groucho Marx
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"Do you serve a purpose? Or purposely serve?"
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Childhood dreams ...growing nightmares
thanks for the venom-ness overload!
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