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I'd like to be a bird, you see. And I might travel all the seven seas. I might even reach a paradise far away from their judging eyes. What's paradise, you ask? well, if you're so keen to know... It's somewhere where I'm skinny enough, and somewhere where your mind is clear. "Sounds like heaven." "Yes it is." "Will we ever get there?" "You know I'm too heavy to get off the ground." "And I'm too fuddled to find my way around." "Well, we never were meant to be a bird, you see."
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
A Conversation Between Two Broken Little Things
I'd like to be a bird, you see. And I might travel all the seven seas. I might even reach a paradise far away from their judging eyes. What's paradise, you ask? well, if you're so keen to know... It's somewhere where I'm skinny enough, and somewhere where your mind is clear. "Sounds like heaven." "Yes it is." "Will we ever get there?" "You know I'm too heavy to get off the ground." "And I'm too fuddled to find my way around." "Well, we never were meant to be a bird, you see."
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
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