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Little bird I miss you


Little bird I miss you and the way you used to kiss me slow all you wanted from me was me and I think that was the only thing we ever did right. Little bird you made me brave; I wanted to face down the world because I had you and all I needed was you. When you were gone I learned that life is like sleeping on concrete. My bones became metal, my cheeks were river beds, and my eyes were hurricanes and hardness. Little bird I can’t face down the world because when I opened my eyes I saw and screamed; the real world is a dark place and everything is wrong wrong wrong and I am so small and I am so fragile and my heart is so easily broken. But little bird, the fact that you are alive gives me hope, and maybe someday I’ll be able to keep my eyes open and still find happiness in the dark.
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