The girl balanced on a precipice
The wind blew at her back.
She remembered all she’d fought for.
She thought of all she lacked.
She dreamed of who she wanted to be
As she stared out at starlight.
Moonbeams danced upon her face
In the inky black of night.
She closed vibrant brown eyes
Behind purple lids
She thought that maybe she could fly
She spread her arms
…and did.
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