WHY A BIRD FLIES THROUGH A HURRICANE

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by KYLA

I want to write.
I want to see.
I want to understand.
I want to fly free.
I want to have a finch.
I want to smack the Grinch.
I want to see the world.
I want to see a hurricane swirl.
I want to live.
I want to be free.
But most of all,
I want to be me.