the truth is that, i painted the sky, drew two wings, thought i could fly, but when he came by, although for a time- he taught me; the sky could be pink, yellow, orange or blue- the choice is really mine..All Rights Reserved
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By continuing, you agree to Wattpad's Terms of Service and Privacy Policy.the truth is that, i painted the sky, drew two wings, thought i could fly, but when he came by, although for a time- he taught me; the sky could be pink, yellow, orange or blue- the choice is really mine..