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How Will I Know?

A part of me is ready to take flight,
A part of me wants to test these wings,
To see how far I can rise,
How will I know if I don’t try?
How will I know the truth of the things they speak of?
The unruly ones,
The ones who,
Though the smell of burnt feathers lingers,
Choose to fly again and again and again.

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