See Them.
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Last published Tue, Jun 21, 2022
Nature
Wind
Flight.
A Bird.
I Often asked myself if I could fly like a bird. And here I am now... nothing.
in water. Perhaps that was the very last thing I remember. I was... Trapped?
I've failed. I don't exist anymore... a little bird most people... when they fail just give up and don't challenge themselves but I'm different I will never give up I'm not afraid of anything...
Because you were there. I am ready to fly.
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