February 27, 2025

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Felt the air tickling me, so I closed my eyes and danced with all that is invisible to eyes. Thought I was flying. Thought I was breathing moondust. Thought I deserved the smile. Till I fell back to earth where the dust has never settled. Back to where I stumbled and fell. I wished the earth could swallow me whole. For the air to suffocate me and the water to liberate me. I thought I was meant for the stars. 
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Leaena
Feb 26, 2025 · 43 views

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LeaenaFeb 26, 2025

once bitten, twice shy. Never again

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— Ralph Waldo Emerson