Father, where are my wings? I yearn to soar above the world, to leave behind the weight of my weary heart and ascend into the boundless sky. Why did you bestow upon me such strength, only to watch me stumble and fall? I am but a fallen angel, a creature of grace burdened by the weight of earthly woes.

Father, can you hear me? Where do I place the dreams you held for me, the aspirations that once danced within your gaze? Where do I find the fortitude that you instilled in me, the resilience that was meant to carry me through life’s trials? I search for it in the echoes of your stern voice, in the memory of your unyielding fists, and in the shadows of my youth, haunted by the specter of fear.

In the depths of my longing, I yearn for the freedom of flight, to feel the wind beneath my wings and the expanse of open seas stretching before me. I yearn to rise above the confines of my earthly existence, to transcend the limitations that weigh upon my spirit. Father, where are my wings? I yearn to embrace the boundless sky, to leave behind the scars of the past and take flight toward the promise of a new horizon.

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