The girl who flew

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The wind ruffles my feathers, soaring high

Up here I can do as I please,

I'm freeWatching the rest of the world move on by

I can be whoever I want to be

Traveling the world, searching the earth

The days are dark, gray, and extremely bleak

Seeking a place where I can prove my worth

No one accepts me since I am unique

I run, returning to my little cave

To discover someone I thought I lost

He explains how it was hard to be brave

His eyes remind me of the melted frost

Even if I am not able to roam

There will always be a place I call home.

(My friend wrote this for me so THANK YOU FRIEND. I cant claim ownership for this. and when i read it i wanna cry cause she is an amazing friend and i dont know what i would do without her or any of my friends)







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