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May 2018
~Blue Bird~

Looking out the window,
you see the rain pour from the clouds and a bird gliding through the drenched sky.

You feel remorse for yourself that even through the storm,
that bird continues to fly.

You sit there and think,
if only you had the strength of that bird.

But sweetie, you do.
You just choose not to get wet.

                                                           K.H.
Written by
Kaitlyn  21/F/United States
(21/F/United States)   
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