i never realized how thin feathers are.
i wish i could float like a feather.
i wish i could fly like a bird.
i wish i could stitch you a message,
to make sure my voice would be heard.
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i never realized how thin feathers are.
i wish i could float like a feather.
i wish i could fly like a bird.
i wish i could stitch you a message,
to make sure my voice would be heard.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
