A Poem
Higher and Higher I'm a bird. I see myself Flying throu the clouds. I see people fight and die. And I can see it very clear. But I don't have to look at it. Because I can fly away. Higher and higher, like an Eagle. I can fly whereever I want to. Nobody tell's me what I have to do or were I have to go. I just fly away. Higher and higher. Wind comes up. Storm clouds. Strong winds break my wings. And the strong wind breaks my dreams of hope. Now I'm back to the real life. But someday I'm gonna fly again....
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Von wegen, Du kannst nicht schreiben usw.
Das ist wunderbare Arbeit. Mach' weiter so.
*knuddel*
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