Here I am, now.
Me.
And I fly and I fly
and I fly away, now.
Still me.
Flying, flying away.
They tell me not to fly away.
They tell me not to fly away.
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Categories: Poetry
Tags: Escaping reality, Healing, Inner Peace, Life, Peace, Poetry, Reality, Self care, Self Love, Soul, Spiritual growth, Spiritual journey
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