If I throw my arms open wide, why can't I fly?

[kali_grrr]

My legs walk a path without conscience, without consequence. I follow because I have no chance of escape. Everything is monotonous and pale. I fall in love every couple of weeks. The same face, the same frustrations, the same hollow feeling when I wake up in the morning. None of it really matters, but every morning I find myself following my

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[georgiaclaire]

reassuring noises here

need a hug?