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There was once a blackbird with a sadness in her heart Who had a song hidden within tearing her apart So one day when she had enough She put on her brave face and got tough. Her song went like this : Why is the truth so hard to tell When you know I know you oh, so well. You see, you think you've had me fooled all along ? I think that commends,  for a round of applause! For your acting was quite great. Please don't allow your ego to inflate. Because what you did was quite  cruel. A soul with no moral concept of the basic  golden rule. I choked on the lies that were told. On the hurt that you bestowed. Upon an innocent bird, whose undying love always endured. I thought I was broken, for  the necessary words that were never spoken. But, I'm no longer a victim of circumstance for I have been given a second chance to see... That the truth I needed to hear was  always in me. So the beautiful blackbird was able to heal. Finally able to know what was truly real. She soared up high forever singing her truth of love and the power it has to forgive all lies.
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
Blackbird
There was once a blackbird with a sadness in her heart Who had a song hidden within tearing her apart So one day when she had enough She put on her brave face and got tough. Her song went like this : Why is the truth so hard to tell When you know I know you oh, so well. You see, you think you've had me fooled all along ? I think that commends,  for a round of applause! For your acting was quite great. Please don't allow your ego to inflate. Because what you did was quite  cruel. A soul with no moral concept of the basic  golden rule. I choked on the lies that were told. On the hurt that you bestowed. Upon an innocent bird, whose undying love always endured. I thought I was broken, for  the necessary words that were never spoken. But, I'm no longer a victim of circumstance for I have been given a second chance to see... That the truth I needed to hear was  always in me. So the beautiful blackbird was able to heal. Finally able to know what was truly real. She soared up high forever singing her truth of love and the power it has to forgive all lies.
bianca-ortega
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
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