Future Me

February 11, 2018

Dear Future Me

I see a tree that begins to flee

I see a leaf begin to breathe

Soft words one, two, three

Set me free

Slowly falling down I go till I reach a bow

When all I needed was a foe

One, Two, Three

Wind we go

Needing directions towards a new life

But one quick swipe

You Fly

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MackymouseFeb 11, 2018

<p>Make a wish for your future.</p>