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As winds on high blows me down, I still strive to stand tall.
And though my fall will be great, at least I put up a fight before I fell.
My underbelly will be scarred, and my heart will be shattered, but what a good fight it will be.

I look forward to this great moment, my back will be turned to the shame that has been spread, and my face will be turned to the great future.
But I'm ready, oh so ready for this.

We are all nothing but starving chemicals, awaiting for the next great high, but what a chemical imbalance will soon be caused. What a great leap for one small human, what a great leap for all of mankind as we know it.

I, a feeble young girl who was once the most desirable thing possibly, has had my turn in life, and now, it's my time.

My time to feel this wind knock me down, to feel the breeze pass my smooth soft cheeks, to feel the harsh ground against my skin.
I am ready for this fall, it's only becoming of such a wise person that once was all of those nice things; to go down from her place of high.

I feel it happening, it's my time, I shall let go, close my eyes, and free-fall.
Falling I am, and my reign of hight has come crashing down with me.

The wind has won, the ground has caught me, and what a fight I put up, not with the wind nor forces around me, no. A fight with my place and name on this world.