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My Plans for My Wish...Towards Freedom.

I want to sprout wings,
Like a fairy tale angel,
Take flight in the night and go.

I want to leave this place far behind in disgrace,
And travel to a new humble abode.

I want to feel the rush of freedom,
Make a home whereever I please,
And find that one person, who has been frequenting my dreams.

I will be a paintbrush to that bright blue pallet which is my sky.
Leaving trails in white fluffy clouds,
And connecting starry dots by moonlight.

I want to sprout wings,
Like a fairy tale angel-
I'm packing my bags tonight.



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