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Wednesday, October 31, 2007 10:32 PM

I owe it to my wings that I Fly..

I owe it to the people who encouraged me to stand up

I owe it to the people who stood by me to speak up

I owe it to my friends that i grow stronger

I owe it to myself that i join the fight again.

for too long, I have let my knee put me on the sidelines. it may be tough, it may feel like a duty but now, I owe it to the one who was always there, I thank you huan song..

I shall train to return to my old self and to the sports that i love

For i owe it to her that I dun rely on her.
Knowing that i have wings..

Time to wake up my idea.
she needs time to grow her own wings.

hold me now at 10:32 PM
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