Moving On
~*~ The winds are pushing me away from the clouds
I'm almost ready to soar
staggered by what I am destined to leave behind
lies the painful realization that I can not take you with me
~*~ As those clouds form around me
and try to shape me to who they want me to be
I know that I can not hold on to clouds
and I can not stay stuck for the benefit of others
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~*~ I am a 34yr old, dark skinned Puerto Rican - American, living in North Philly. Although I am the "black sheep" of the family, I still manage to find friends from all walks of life. -------------------- SwEetAzSiN
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