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Apr 2014
My wings are broken
My throat is sore
My wrists aching
for a place called home

My legs are shaking
My beats are coming to a stop
My breathe's breaking
with every killing sob

Take me away, far away
From this cruel beautiful world
Even if it means I die tonight
just remember, "sorry" would be my last word.
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