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Maybe this world was never meant to be ours
Maybe our strings were never fated to meet
Maybe our wings were never meant to unfold
But they did
This world is where we belong
Our strings unbreakingly intertwined
Our wings unfolded in all it's glory
Now we fly
Wild and free
Not a care in this world
We're finally free.
-z

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