December 25, 2025

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If my wings melt, would there be a soul kind enough to catch me? If I cannot fly, will someone wait for me? If all the light abandons me, are they willing to lit the candle? If I fall, can there be anyone to cushion me? When I become nobody, am I still somebody?  
In my downfall, who will adore me? 
If I cannot fly, will you still love me? 
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Dec 25, 2025 · 27 views

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