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the deepest longing in my heart is the wish to fly... not in a plane, but just to be flying freely...floating. so when i die, i want to be burnt and then have my ashes placed in tiny bags and tied onto helium balloons so they can float across the sea. i want eleven bags- one to be released from each of the 7 continents, one from my house by my family, one from my boyfriend, one from a complete stranger on the streets of some obscure mountain village somewhere, and one, a white one, to be released by whoever is my worst enemy at the time of my death. as a sign of forgiveness. i would love that.
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