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Thursday, December 17, 2009
wings I am born with a pair of wings. The white feathery wings. I am told to not use them as it only brings me to hell. I was being rebellious, I tried to fly. I tried to fly far away. She caught me back, clipped my wings but I saw tears from her eyes. I remain quiet. I couldn't fly since. I can only watch the world from the nest. I cried. I hate her. I secretly hate her for doing that. Days passed by. And I saw the meaning behind of this clipped wings. She was protecting me, from the hungry eagle, the greedy human and the pollution. I cried. One day, She told me "Son, fly, go and fly as my time has come. You have to survive your own. I have protected you from the great danger until you're old enough to fight them off. Trust in your heart, spread your wings and fly. Fly higher than the sky." She removed the restriction and I looked back. I wanted to stay but I can't. Is time. To go. And so I fly. I am flying. 翔. I really love my freaking name. A goat with wings. 9:17 AM
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