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ashster
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Mar 07, 2006 22:33
Every morning I look out of the window at the sky and flap my hands as hard as I can, hoping that I can fly. Fly far far away, but I just can't fly. I wish I could fly.
I guess I'll always be the lil dog that wanted to be a bird.
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