I feel like an eagle.
Soaring through cutting, cold air that stings.
Soaring through mountain crevices that are caving in.
Escaping freedom.
Trapped in isolation.
This is how I feel.
Lonely, cold.
Life of a 31 Status
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As I sit here contemplating the meaning of life (as a 31 Status), I'm
mentally ticking off boxes in my checklist of things to do: Cook, check.
Eat, check. ...
11 years ago
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