This is my wish.
This is my hope.
These are my wants.
And so somehow I cope.
This is my silence.
This is my secret.
These are my screams.
And so the marks are set.
This is my pain.
This is my sorrow.
These are my scars.
And so they'll be tomorrow.
I don't have the tears anymore.
I don't even have the words.
I'm setting you free, little bird.
Don't come flying back to me anymore.
Go, and be free. You belong in the skies, after all.
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