AN Finally! I wrote a poem that isn't completely depressing! Please tell me what you think.

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Standing above it all.

Arms spread out, hair set free.

I can feel all my sorrow leaving me.

And I can almost see it, being chased away by the wind.

My arms pull in, my thoughts return.

And the world comes rushing back.

But my thoughts are peaceful;

And my soul is joyful.

I slip on my mask, and leave my place.

My hair flows out behind me.

Free in the wind.

Like I should be.

Like I will be.

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Drifting Dreamer.