Sky Chaser

Life is like a swing. When you’re little, you have protection all around you to keep you safe and people pushing you to succeed. Then you grow up and you can do it by yourself. As time moves on, you can get higher and higher and you feel like you can fly into
the clouds. But then, gravity finds a way to pull you back down again and you have to keep pumping to go back up and you just hold on with all your might so you don’t fall, partly wishing you could just let go to see if you could finally fly.

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