My string all tangled in knots, holding on tight. The winds not on my side, I continue to fight.
As me and the branches become as one, I can't seem to let go. Way up here my problems seem so small, eventually my air will slowly escape and I will fall.
But still connected to this Tree I will be, If I don't accept everything about me. As I dance in the wind, I reach for the sky. I guess this is my one chance to fly...
I let Go...
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Beautiful Disaster (Pseudonym) (
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Fly LilMiss, the world awaits you.
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