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A bird with a broken wing  Its memory of greatness;  A stretched canvas of warm embrace Air cut by swift blades of persistence Unobtainable freedom by many, While the few idolize their grasp of identity:
I had no other way to  describe to you my pain  I don't think you will  ever be able to fully understand  but I can try my best.  This pain that I have in   my bones is 
when I was little I used to dream of being married and living Happily ever after, a Queen that sits on her throne with Pride glittering in sparkling daylight, shining blue, pink, silver, and golden
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