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Feb 2014
People say I'm the bird that flies backwards.
While everyone is heading south, I'm cruising north.
They say I'm independent and strong, but I'm really just lost.
I'm the bird that doesn't fly with the crowd
the one that keeps telling herself she doesn't need anyone.
Sure, there are moment where I don't care what you think,
But you'd most likely find me waiting you out in a nearby tree.
I don't want to fly backwards anymore,
but I'm afraid of being lost and forgotten,
and if flying backwards is how you will remember me,
then I will always fly backwards.
Carsyn Smith
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Carsyn Smith  PA, USA
(PA, USA)   
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