"I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality,
rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills.
But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning.
There will be no floating away."
Seventh in line to the throne
Someone talk to me about figure skating please
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