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She flies through the sun

Wings spiral beat bright blue sky

Nothing stays the same

Fourteen

Fourteen years ago

My life became automatically harder

Because of how I looked

Thirteen

Thirteen years ago

It was just a threat

Just a rumor

It’s not real

It’s not gonna happen

But what about when it’s not a threat

When it’s real

I’m not a painter

But if I was

I would paint masterpieces

And tell a story within each frame

I would create a piece of art

sometimes i wish i could forget everyone i ever met

and lie down on my back in the ocean

only feel the noiseless miles between my toes

minnows kissing my skin

and nothing else

Naomi was sitting on her horse, Rosie, letting Rosie graze for a little bit to take a break after a long riding session. Her younger sister Kylee comes riding up beside her yelling “A MOTORCYCLIST JUST CRASHED UP THE ROAD.”