That me in the distance

Flying in the distance,
is a part of me,
that never truly was,
an aesthetically astute,
depiction of me,
still i miss it,
as it flies away,
i regret not knowing it,
like i grew,
to know myself,
i wish i could,
but maybe i am better off,
that me flying in the distance,
would have never made it this far.

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