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NO! You do not claim your future, We do, I do, He does, but, NO! Never you. You will do as I please,  Mother knows best,      Father knows best,           Nurse knows best,                 But,                      NO!                           Never you.

 Young Nightingale, Break free of the reigns Tethering you to the soil. Grasp his breath and lift yourself higher. Fly, Beyond the hate, Beyond the fear. The manifestation of wings In the presence of love, Is a truly ethereal experience, no? Yet when the thunder clashes, And the harsh winds tear apart your beautiful wings. When the lighting slashes the very ligaments Holding your weak self together. When you plummet to the earth, And the harsh shock of reality Leaves you despondent. . . When you see your mutilated wings, Lying just in reach, But you know, it's over.. My poor Nightingale, What's the point in living if you