The impact

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The smell of fresh air flowing through my body.

I can hear the birds singing to the sun.

People are walking, chatting, and laughing.

And I'm standing on a cloud, pretending that I won.

A tragedy so tense and lost,

with no feelling I wait in the dark.

So far up, on a cloud in the sky.

Waiting to be pushed by that never-ending spark.

So I wonder as I fall,

comets flying by my head.

Things I used to love,

now are welcomed by the dead.

I can feel the breeze

getting more and more intense.

People who were laughing

now are dim and dense.

And I hope for a world where there is no violence.

Where I can be free, with no sorrow or misery.

But in the end, there was none of it at all.

Just a thought inside my head; the impact of the fall.

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