Fly #2
So now I have my wings...
And now I can fly...
But who will lift me up so that I can...?
Who will help me to go the distance...?
Will anyone help me...?
Rebecca
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The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.
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And this, And this, And this, And it means Nothing.
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I cant always be here at the right time...