Somedays, I feel like I could fly.
I climb to the top of the tallest cliff I can find. I am confident the whole way up that, this time, I will be able to. That I will jump off and soar away.
I get to the top, jump, and flap my wings just as hard and as fast as I can.
But I am a penguin. I cannot fly. So I fall. I fall and I crash.
And it hurts so much every time. So why do I keep trying to fly?
I just do not know anymore.
I do not know.
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