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Nov 2019
she was a bird.
she had a big heart.
she thought that everyone like that.
she look at world with open eyes. untill the stones were falling onto her.
she still a little bird.
but she was hurt.
her wings were bleeding.
she cannot flying anymore.
she's just a bird with broken soul. she looking at this world with open eyes still.
Written by
Emma
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