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The world might’ve tried to squish me between its fingers. But I stitched myself back together. People didn’t want to understand, but I flashed a grin and kissed her lips.
Her father found herWide awake, not asleepIn her bed, curled up.So, he asked her,"What are you doing?"She turned to himAnd smiled brightly, saying,"I'm waiting for my wings."