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Fly.

Breaking the barriers.

Cried out loud.

But no one could hear a thing.

Looked for someone

To mend my broken wing.

There, I saw nothing

Except for an abandoned stitch.

So, I dragged myself

To the edge of the cliff.

And here, I fly again

Breaking just another myth.

By Harman Kaur

A self-love writer who creates authentic websites for fellow writers and poets to build their professional portfolios. DM for more details.

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