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you were but a baby bird trying to escape the nest of hatred, you knew you couldn't fly, but you still jumped, why? i now sit alone in this nest of thorns, im ******* ****** and bleeding. the more i move the more mutilated i become. im so ******* tired and i cant get any rest, im stuck awake because of chirps of pain. **im so ******* tired** im terrified of what might happen next. **if i have to hear another bird hit the ******* ground** i'll... i wont do anything. there's nothing i can do i cant move or im mutilated im stuck in a thorny nest and im so ******* tired.
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
broken bird
you were but a baby bird trying to escape the nest of hatred, you knew you couldn't fly, but you still jumped, why? i now sit alone in this nest of thorns, im ******* ****** and bleeding. the more i move the more mutilated i become. im so ******* tired and i cant get any rest, im stuck awake because of chirps of pain. **im so ******* tired** im terrified of what might happen next. **if i have to hear another bird hit the ******* ground** i'll... i wont do anything. there's nothing i can do i cant move or im mutilated im stuck in a thorny nest and im so ******* tired.
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
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