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Then I had to go.
In the plane, I was preparing myself for another adventure, I was the knight on a quest. I put up my armour, took up my sword, screened my face with premold expressions. I tossed away my glittering gown of charm, I casted away the girlish dreams; I now have to fight alone in an unknown land, and my only talisman was your memory in a frame.
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I am not a princess.
I was never one.
I am in nature yet too wild to be kept in a castle tower, waiting for a prince to love me. I have to get down tot he battlefield and fight my rightful place in the world, fights that are glorious in victory, fights that teach me in defeat. In my mind I am not arrogant, I don't boast of my achievements, I don't hand my awards in my room, I try to be like everybody else, so I'll be accepted. But it still disappoints me, when I'm not recognized as one with my own sword, my own will, my own battles. It gets lonely, terribly lonely, when I only have myself and my talisman, and when the talisman cease to be of comfort, I cry, I let go of myself and retreat into spiritual freedom the beauty of the landscape, the security of individualism, my mind.
Then I found my own place, my castle of security, and I decided to stay. I need my wings back, so I can soar the corners of my skies, dive the abyss and rise again.
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