some days I fly as high as a kite,
soaring through the wind.
some days I'm as low as the dirt,
feeling the Earth beneath me.
I wish I could reach my middle ground,
instead of constantly floating above and below.
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META
PoetryWhen the metamorphosis came, I was not ready. Change is not easy, when you're too young. My brand new wings sprouted from behind me, it burned like hell, but I stayed strong. There was people that needed me, dreams that I needed to complete. I could...
