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Fly (Other) by etherealmaiden

She awoke in the darkness Her whole life in a box No memoirs in her head Everything lost Struggling to reach Striving to see Through all of the shadows Hoping to be free No memory of the past No memory of the power Only knowing cruelty Forcing her to cower Knowing only that light shines Outside of her box Will she choose to fly Or let all be lost?

fuzzylogicisatwat 18-Mar-04/1:06 PM
A big stinking pile of pump.




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