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let loose from this place whose
winds are trying to flatten your dreams,
from its storms drowning your hope,
from its people who never
wanted you to grow.
let loose from this place whose
soil cannot carry a wildflower
like you in its womb,
whose sky cannot carry your tears,
whose sunrises are eclipsed
from your sight.
let loose from this place and
drift into outerspace
for you are the child of the universe
and it has been made for
nothing less beautiful than
you.
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