'bird' 'free' 'freedom' 'escape'
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We all wish that we were a featherOnce stuck on a bird, but now we are free
learning to fly wasn't the goal what use did I have for that kind of freedom? all he wanted was someone to catch I fought my instincts trying to fall was much harder when I already knew how to fly
Things didn’t change in the past few years We just view things differently because our vision is now clear We witness the uproar in our communities We witness the trend, the everylasting continuity