Southbound by Flecmm03
Watch the last hill of new york set on the horizon all the trees that gave to the ground i was made on disappear in my rearview. And i kiss it all goodbye and i hold you all inside as i set off toward my life. I am not claiming i can fly. But if i cut this rope and try one day i could say...
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