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Feb 22
I live like a feather,
Wherever the wind blows,
I ride with it.

I climbed so high,
I might touch the sky,
But the wind blows hires.

I fell that high,
I think I'm gonna die.

But then I realized
I'm just a feather
From the sky.
Juan45th
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Juan45th  30/M/Philippines
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