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Breaking Free

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The wind blows softly
My wings beg for me to fly
I look up at sky

The wind blows harder
The whistling in my ears calls
I stand in the nest

The wind picks up speed
I step to the nests edges
Down, I see the earth

I open my wings wide
Flap, and dive to the grounds face
I am breaking free





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