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Atrophied and weak
My wings are small, soft and barely function
What I lack in flight ability
I hold in gumption
Want to

Nothing will stop me
Tell me not to fly away
But you don’t see the suffocation
In staying

Hard to breathe
Too cloudy to see
Every block is a dead end
The cul-de-sacs surround me…

I took the highway out of town…Teared up as I saw the last of a familiar scene
I can see me.


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