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- fly up fly out, fly away from here
leave this place behind
no longer will sorrows taint you eyes
or mind, or wings
for one day you will be
free, my dear
and leave my world behind
what will you remeber, dear
of me, whatever shall I find
a feather, feather as grey as the morning sky.
all that is left of you, my dear
a feather, a feather is left of you
As others saw, I could not awaken.
My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.”
Most little children are meant to spend their young lives playing, making friends
and having fun. For example look! A group of little ones, running about, screeching
and enjoying themselves. Playing in sandpits and climbing frames all over the world.
Now here comes our heroine. Quiet sniggers and pokes follow. Despite their
cuteness, children can be cruel, deadly cruel. They shun anyone who is
different and she is such. Her bright eyes are dimmed when she is in school
and out.
Her name is Rue and she will not be afraid.
This is what she whispers to herself when they openly laugh and ignore her.
This is what she tells herself when it gets bad at home.
Rue doesnt need to tell herself that when shes away. In a different world,
when she's not the shunned. When she is the hero.
In books. In a world of dog eared pages and bleeded text for this is all she
can afford.
She loves and cherishs the time when she can escape, live in a life of adventure,
when she can fly. At home there is no paper so she steals scraps that they use for
finger painting and art. Then she makes up her own realities.
Ever since she was born on that lonely december day in 2004, Rue has been different.
For her life is in ink and paper, and she loves it dearly.
For she is not afraid;
“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”
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