And just like that, I watch those beautiful feathers fly away from me again. My shaky hand aches to reach for them but I cannot. I am not desirable. I cannot fix anything. Thank you for letting me see your wings one last time. I do not know if I am strong enough to make it to the next chance. If there even is one.
If I disappeared too... would you come looking for me? I know the answer. So, I hope if I fail on my promises, you will remain unbothered.
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