Wings

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A view from Mt. Batulao

So they asked me why I did fall in love with you. I told them about my wonderland, and that moment when I first tried to fly and realized that I don’t have wings. You were there to catch me. You were there to tell me that I don’t need those wings. And I believed you. 

But why does it feel like flying whenever I’m with you? Or why do I know that it’s flying?

 

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