I can fly even with my broken wings
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I guess Peter Pan was right growing up's is a waste of time. But, everytime I fly my heart keeps founding like a wind. It's whispering to my ears saying I will be alright.
To that one soul reading this. I know you're tired, You're fed up, You're so close to breaking but there' strength within you, even when you feel weak.
Keep fighting!
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