Icarus

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 Are we born with wings, 

Or do we earn them?

Do they sprout from within us

 because of our goodness? 

Do they gain strength from

 what we've been through? 

Or do they disintegrate like the wings of Icarus? 

Do they display our resilience? 

Are they so easily clipped

 because someone couldn't handle our light?

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