My vessel My wings

I have let it become a part of me, putting it of, more like waiting to see. One more dream, or song to sing, its always something that distracts me, puts it off for just one more thing. I have learned to unleash myself, discover my free. My high, my speed. Isn't this life such beautiful thing, as soon as you uncover the things, that make you so different that makes your soul sing. A blessing indeed, your reflection you see, is the beauty created out of the parents you need. Joy&Eric E.ZE. And this is my free write , shall it perish the unreal things, that try to lurk in and out of my dreams. May I always rest in peace. This is just a addressing of me.

-cindy.
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