Spreading my wings and fly away to a place where my past can't find me. Sadly we can run all we want but we can't hide forever. The past will catch up with us sooner or later. We can't fly with broken wings. I love this write and you have chosen a great title.
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The past is just that, the past, we learn from it, it molds us into who we are today, patch up that hole in your wing and fly high my sweet, create new beautiful dreams and memories and leave those nightmares behind