Lemon_Soda It is dark.

You take a step, uncertain of where it will take you.

You look above and see the stars.

Cool mist sticks to your face.

The smell of the sea hits even though no shore line can be seen.

A breeze of freshness, an excited energy washing through your body.

The breeze becomes wind, the wind becomes gale.

Your clothes whip like a flag of victory.

You feel weightless.



And as you look down you know that noone will ever hurt you again.

Your special.

Your Unique.

Tears of joy fill your eyes.

You smile...

...and the ground rushs to you with open arms.
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