Kite
Growing up, home was not the safe, comfortable place that it should be. I also was socially awkward and didn't have many friends. I spent a lot of time at the park across the street from our house. I loved flying kites and spent many hours at the park doing just that. Seeing how high I could get it, hoping the string doesn't break. It was freedom... yet contained. I understood that...
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