I’m free I’m free don’t you see the wings so becoming on me. As i sore through the air seeing the trees. i look down i see my knees. They are stuck don’t you see? Crooked, bruised, seizing from crawling back to your beating. I’m beautiful you see don’t you see. While you were spitting your pain and teething. Blaming my wings for your seething. Don’t you see don’t you see the pain you inflict on me. I’m still your little broken bird what’s stopping you from seeing?
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
I’m free I’m free don’t you see the wings so becoming on me. As i sore through the air seeing the trees. i look down i see my knees. They are stuck don’t you see? Crooked, bruised, seizing from crawling back to your beating. I’m beautiful you see don’t you see. While you were spitting your pain and teething. Blaming my wings for your seething. Don’t you see don’t you see the pain you inflict on me. I’m still your little broken bird what’s stopping you from seeing?
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