Flight of the hopeful
Upon the rising sun, prone to an inescapable curse
Standing amongst many, who bore this malicious fate
Upon thy first breath, came the wicked intentions of many
Ill and suffering, from what is known as destiny
Yet many cling, to this unfortunate life,
Bearing the sweat innocence of flight.
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Growing up with a sad background, I grew up to be more appreciative for what I have. A weak writer at best, I love what I do and I'm a normally a nice person.
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