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We fly on broken wings,

Hide from the burning sun,

Listen in the morning as the Bird sings,

Find a darkened place where we can run.


We hate our lives for all they are worth,

We?d do anything to start again,

Anything for a second chance,

And then?


We find days that aren?t worth living,

Days too unbearable,

A care is the least we are giving,

Memories that aren?t so sharable.


We close our eyes to pray,

Hoping to be put at rest in our thought,

And never to see of another day,

In the cold left to rot.


Lying still,

With nothing to feel,

In our thoughts, we will-

Wait for the end and find what?s real.

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