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“You can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jellybeans.”
          
          ~ Ronald Reagan

Sometimes, I wonder about the bird with a broken wing—
          How could it possibly exist with the shadow of its past? 
          Nosediving towards a future it never thought to imagine.
          In these moments, how does it live? How can it survive?
          
          Staring at the sun as it greets the horizon, I think I’ve become the bird with a broken wing.
          Without a true purpose, I walk upon this Earth,
          Does that mean I no longer exist? Do I not matter Do I no longer deserve my name?
          
          Now, the air isn’t the same. I am not the same. I cannot be. 
          
          I stare at the night sky, overcome with pure longing and nostalgia.
          Staring at my past self, I miss it! Looking at my once near dreams, I want them!
          ...I want the ‘me’ of yesterday. 
          
          But I am the bird with a broken wing, fumbling and lost,
          I’ve been snapped and picked apart, my seams unraveling day by day.
          I can no longer fly,
          So I stare at the memories and remember the times I once soared so high.

Cute <3

Nice stories!!

New Year, New Stories lol 

“Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!”
          
          — Dr. Seuss

“There's a gift in your lap and it's beautifully wrapped and it's not your birthday. You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you're alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you're that important.”
          
          — Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt

Finally getting back out there with the stories. Starting back re-vamping The Dragon-Breathers. 

Story's published sorry stupid otto correct corrected me