Kelsea Osterman - Pride

Watch her fly.
High in the sky.
Let her be.
For tomorrow
She will be gone.
Even though she carries
much pride.
No one cares.
They will kill her.
Kill her in a heart beat.
Which is all she
might have left.

Kelsea Osterman

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