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Monday, 3 May 2010

Fly of The Broken Wings

Yes I know the wind isn't so friendly these days even it has been my very friend since long time ago. Maybe for a good reason wind were dancing crazily these days, for not letting my fly with a pair of broken wings.

No one would do such crazy thing of flying with these wings but me. I nearly took a stand where I fear nothing, my mind likely become dull enough to understand a term of fear itself. Even death is a obvious door in my next step, it may not stop me to take my flight.

Yes, I'll fly of the broken wings.

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