ʀ ᴏ ᴏ ᴛ ꜱ

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her roots, so deep in the ground ready for every storm, just like her mom taught her.
Her wings she had grown of her own, free and made to surf on every wind.
They both fought, the wings wanted to fly, taste the world, while the roots wanted to remain deep for the storms, as the fight grew bigger and the urge to fly away was impossible to deny, she got torn apart.
Among which one stayed deep and safely and the other flew off to a place yet unknown, eventually they found each other again and they grew back but it wasn't the same, whatever was fixed had still traces of being ripped apart, they both regretted the decision they took when they had the chance to remain one, because one can not be fixed what it had broken.

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