unclip these wings and let me fly once more. Like a bird set free, let me soar for places beyond reach, let me feel alive, let the clouds be my dwelling place
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Unchain these legs and let me dance again, let me feel weightless as I defy gravity's only wish. These bones won't hold me down, I'll leap over and over again battling my body's desire to curl back up- even if it means breaking it, just to bend it
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I want to feel the wind breeze through my hips as my frail body travel against it's compelling will. stretching, breaking, floating, while I savor every fleeting ethereal moment, like scented symphonies ringing in these weightless limbs of mine
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Practice makes good, obsession makes perfect. I knew this, I knew I needed to be perfect, so I spin, I break, I leap, I jump, I ache like it is my last. I became strong yet most vulnerable, I let every of my emotion soak through this thin skin, each fluid movement I made, pulled from the reservoir of my experience
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Jeté, jeté. Plié, Pliè- With the echo of each jump I make, I am thrown into tomorrow's arms, I am swallowed by it's comforting embrace. I stretch like a trampoline, break like a heart, soar like a bird, twist and turn, just refusing to be grounded. But with every move, slowly, excruciatingly, I fall apart and I watch myself die over and over again- my never ending cycle
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