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Her life filled with self recriminations
for choices made, opportunities lost.
Each day grinds away, more time lost,
no closer to where she wants to be.
Something thrums deep within,
the wings of a bird against her cage of ribs,
it wants to fly away, to create something,
not even imagined.
But it may be too late,
for this wondrous unknown
to become a reality.
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