I'm a bird and I was once a chick, not so long ago stuck inside walls of happiness, inside the twigs of my nest, not knowing anything of the world. Once, I stood on the edge of my nest, my mother telling of the world: the blue sky of how high we were of how the world was perfect. Engulfed in the story, I fell, and saw- the sky wasn't blue- it was a harsh, sharp grey I wasn't high and the world wasn't all perfect - A lie, it had all been. sleepless nights, running from danger cold days, hitting hard rejection, betrayal but soon,I will fly. I will spread my wings, fly high in the sky, for all the world to see my power, that I'm not the chick I once was. For now, I'm a bird and I was once a chick, not so long ago.
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