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Oct 2016
They gave me wings called integrity
But I'm still learning how to fly
It is hard to flap these wings
In the fogs of malice and avarice
Newly sprouted respect
Left my shoulders sore
It's tiring to carry a weight
That only few people adore
But I can't let growing pains stopΒ Β me from fixing my moral compass north
The cloak of honour is hard to wear
But the only way to go is forth
So I try, again and again
For nobility is a stubborn trait
I watch these wings grow
With every sincere choice made
Engulfed in moral stoicism
Learning the lows and highs
One day these wings will be strong enough
To navigate the changing skies
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