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Mar 2023
Birds sing and fly
With a freedom not for I
As my heart's stinging lullaby
Sounds like a despairing cry

For I can see the sunshine
Brightening the sky
And yet I am confined, again,
In the darkness of my mind.
insomniatrical
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insomniatrical  22/@ ur mom's rn
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