i've come to the point of denial. as a unit, we have traveled down the runway to the point of critical choice.
to fly in anguish hoping a safe return in other places, a happier adventure.
to brake, stop, discontinue the idea of upward mobility and hope that the runway is able to endure such a sudden halt.
i wanna fly, but maybe i can't hold on to you.
slash...who wants to fall?
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