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Here i stand with this letter in my hand, My eyes scan these words of sorrrow once again; These words hit me hard and i lose my breathe again. "...you will walk this world alone." I finish reading it again, fold the horid letter into a Perfect Little Airplane; and let it fly with the wind into the depts of darkness that i made for myself. I walk these dark streets with the lights of lamps illuminating from the houses sorrunding me. Seeing the families inside happy and all their joyous laughter feeling the air, I cant help but wonder where i go from here?? Finally after walking lonely in the dark, I look across the city and the lights it projects into the crisp night air, and as i look up into the stars that by now are already dead, I take a step forward. Thinking of everything, knowing i will never leave up to expectations of anyone, Another step. There are no voices but my own as i beat myself down, Another step. i reach the edge of this over look and i stare down to the bottom; And as i take my last breathes, i see it all plain and clear, everything i did. One last step... And i was flying through the air, Like a Perfect Paper Airplane. (C) ~S. Lucas Lloyd~ |