Fly

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By stsorrowscribe

You do not believe it you call it suicide But I'm here to tell you we were given wings to fly Now it is my turn to laugh at gravity's face I will do it, I know I can I will not be a discrace Yes my wings bear metal bladed feathers that do tear But they are not barbed wire and I will face my fears I'm cutting all my anchors letting go of everything I'm leaping to the wind, and I know my heart will sing I cannot hold back now it's either leap or die The time has come to leave my nest it's my time to fly

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May 7, 2012 21:20Natural_beauty_Ashe

Nice I love how you painted a picture nd used the wings as a symbol

July 14, 2012 04:04P.Paan

Good Job!