I wrote this little crappy poem just to cover up the other page...

Days like these are not rare.
I know I can
Soar like the eagle
In the clearest of skies.
Life flows through my veins.
Light shines in my eyes.
Until I begin to fall,
Slowly, the ground rushes up.
In no time at all, I am
Never going to rise again.
Moments pass...
Energy seeps into my blood...
Now perhaps I can
Try to fly again.

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