Mon, 04/15/2013 - 23:23 -- maryj

I'm ready to live,
and get out of here.
I'm ready to fly,
to forget my fear.
I'm ready to do things
I've never done.
I'm ready to find myself,
to be someone.
I'm ready to see
amazing things.
I'm ready to soar,
on strong, steady wings.


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