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Up so high

Yet the turbulence destroys me.

The feeling that I have a place in this world

All rushes by me with the winds as they

Clip my wings.

Life

Is a matter of whether or not you

Fall

Or if you can

Glide

Long enough for you to

Fly.

And for this dove,

The winds are too rough for I,

The competition too solid for me,

And the challenges too rough for myself.

Sensitivity serves you not in a

Life

Where all you can do is either

Fall or

Glide.

First poem of Poetry Dump No. 1
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Created from an angst-y moment of my sleep deprived night. Woosh~
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olioartist Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2014  Professional Traditional Artist
that rocks,really loved it,hope you keep more coming ,olioartist
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idealisticpessimist Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you, kind sir! ^-^
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olioartist Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2014  Professional Traditional Artist
otay
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