She was, She is

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She was alove, she was free, she could fly over all the seas. She was happy and light as air and loved the air. But then she was captured, she was caged, you could feel all her rage. She was hurt and broke and cracked inbetween, until her Prince came to save thee. She IS beautiful, she IS free, and she IS only me.

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