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Feb 2013
There is a moment that will haunt you,
That will break everything you've built up.
When you realize you were born to fly
But your feet are chained to the ground.
And somehow you're living a dream
But you still feel like dying sometimes,
And each day hangs on the edge of a blade.
Now the sun is shining and the birds are singing
And there are pieces of yourself that you will never get back.
Laura Leeann White
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Laura Leeann White  Nevada City, CA
(Nevada City, CA)   
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