Cursing at the wind

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In the mirror I see the sad eyes

How she must feel

When they tell her she is not good enough

That she never will

The voices that she listens to day and night

Bark at her when tears falls

She is like a caged bird

Never had the taste of freedom

Never see the blue sky that calls to her to fly so high

Breaking her to the point where dreams are questioned

And never are pursued

She curses at the wind hoping to find away out

But to try is to risk all the life she has known

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