Written by Emily Harstone | October 3, 2017
She finally believed, and it began..
She fell softly like a leaf.
She just relaxed and let go ..
Becoming free means mind over matter
She woke thinking something was wrong.
That day, she learned to fly.
The bullet hit her. Farewell, life.
Carried on wind, guided by trees
You made me float on air.
Molly’s special salad mushrooms kicked in…
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She finally believed, and it began..
She fell softly like a leaf.
She just relaxed and let go ..
Becoming free means mind over matter
She woke thinking something was wrong.
That day, she learned to fly.
The bullet hit her. Farewell, life.
Carried on wind, guided by trees
You made me float on air.
Molly’s special salad mushrooms kicked in…