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Feb 2016
I am a bird at the bottom of the sea
I am under a rock and wish to be free
Sometimes my anger turns my soul red
I hate this place and wish I were dead

I'm still waiting for a point to this life
Written by
the dead bird  25/F/Boston
(25/F/Boston)   
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