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Nov 2020
You can't but help out a broken bird
With broken wings.
It's your poison and addiction.
You just want to see everyone fly.
But what will you do?
When there are no more birds
With broken wings?
What will you do?
When they have all flown away
And there's no one to help you
With your own broken wings?
littlejumpingraven
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littlejumpingraven  18/Non-binary/Cambridge
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