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by Rin Feb 8, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
I once dreamt that I was a bird. Flying high and mighty. The world beneath me. Then my wing broke, And I started to fall. Never having a chance. I was lying on the ground. One wing broken, My freedom gone. I am a bird with a broken wing And it cannot be fixed, Then... ... how high can you fly with a broken wing? (C) Camilla Hansen
by Till Death Do Us Part
I kinda had a dream like that, well done keep it up.-MJW