If you hold me tight, I might die. Trust me and let me fly. Give me just one chance by letting me fly. You are afraid of thunder and I am afraid of not-to-fly. Don’t trap me in a cage, I have wings to fly. I have no map but trust me I will come back to you only. My wings are blessings, I want to fly If you love me, let me fly. The sky is clear, my peeps are calling me, hope you understand, please! Let me fly. I too have a heart, secretly wish to fly; my only dream is to fly. Don’t stop me, let me fly.
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I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
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