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If you can’t fly, run
If you can’t run, then walk
If you can’t walk, just sit
If you can’t sit, go to sleep
And when you sleep, you could fly as high as you want
Don’t fight for a feeling
Use your heart instead of your eyes
Touch with your nerve instead of your skin
You’ll be deep drowned at the moment,
But you would lifted high for eternity.
Grown up!

—sent from Uncle Hakeem. 18 May 2008. 02:57 am.

About Tia Chasmani

I'm a journalist. I speak through writings, see through lenses, have music in my shoes, arts in my bag, and I'm walking in logic and lunatic.
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