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Bird's Eye View
Once I dreamt I was a bird
I was flying high above the ground
But soon, I was tangled in the string of a balloon
I looked down, and saw a small group gathered around a grave
I looked closer and saw that it was me and my family
None of us were crying
Half of us never met the one in the grave
The other half had no tears left to cry
We left flowers, paid our respects, then left
The string that was holding me suddenly let go
I started plummeting to the ground
When I hit the ground, I noticed I had fallen on the grave
It felt as though there were chains on my limbs holding me down
But there were no chains, only my mind playing tricks on me
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