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  • I wanted to fly. I had to leave everything just so that I learn to fly. I did, I bid goodbye to all things that meant the world to me. As I left I smiled because I knew that I will fly back one day and say "hi !" to all that matters. Happiness was planned and I was out there to execute it.
    I walked Westwards cause that’s where the birds where flying in from.
    Years have passed. I have been through it all: bad times and good times. Now I am ready to take-off. I am ready to fly, fly back to all that matters. The wings have been fitted and the aerodynamics has passed the check. I have even climbed to the top of the mountain; I am now at the edge of the cliff. As I stand on the edge facing Eastwards I picked up some sand and tossed them in the air.The sands hit me on my face blurring my vision. I rubbed my eyes and as it tries to refocus I get the feeling that I am stranded, if not forever but for a while till the wind once again travels Eastwards.
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