I did wake up, but did I regret it

 

When you stop being cared but it still hurts and you want to let it go. Go away. Move. Fly away in the sky just like the birds.

 

Pretending I know how to move my wings. Fluttering quickly like a hummingbird. Glancing down -loosing my balance and presence. Breathing shallow in my upper lungs. Prepared to sink down like a bird shot in the head. Prepared to die.

 

 


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