Fighting back wishes and desires to cry...
I keep to myself the battle within
For it doesn't do any good to discuss this.
I feel so tiny looking around me,
My wings shriveled around and wrapped tight...
I can feel them change, I can feel them break
And I can't understand anything.
My mind is a blank slate,
Nothing makes sense...
I fight and I break
This life: my mistake.
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