Broken Bird
She throws her hands up, waves her fingers in the air and says there will be a time when she'll be tired of waiting for some one else to care about some bird who couldnt fly. She tears herself apart and glues the pieces to his wing She smiles at him and whispers as the tears embrace her cheek Saying: "Babe I've got the medicine, and the bandaids were always free but I'm afraid that I must tell you that theres nothing left of me"
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