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*Swan*

It hurt, my friend, I don't know why but when I showed you my new found pride you asked quickly of my minds state and why. Drunk? Me!? No! This symbol simply proves so. I'm viewed as average, not good enough. Just this shows my inner pride. It helps me knock those comments made by those on the other side of the glass... so why must you make one just as crass? I will prove to you, one I once knew well, that I'll shed and change - that way easily then can I reveal just how beautiful a Swan I really am I'll fly away and soar above your petty comments, Friend? You were the one who grew distant, you were the one who couldn't see past the dirt. Yet here I am, my wings expanded, Everything changing around me and fast... I'll fly off on my own path, and show I'm the swan I truly am.
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megan-mae
American
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Dec 4, 2011
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