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Paper plane

© aNadventures

High five

conmigo misma

every time

I wake up,

making up

my mind

about going on,

about staying strong.


I grip my


fold it up

like a paper

plane –

not in vain.


Suddenly I fly,

smile on my lips,

like a paper ship –


From → Tip of my Tongue

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