I held my breath as everything around my body froze, I continued to fly. Upon my face meeting the street every nerve tightened and every muscle twisted. A white chalk that were my teeth left a residue upon St. Marks and as I sprawled my body across the heavily populated sidewalk all that this city could do was step over me. Nothing broken except for trust, nothing gained except for spirit.
Hi there,
Not sure that this is true:), but thanks for a post.
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