Life · Poetry

Little Birds

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Don’t pick on me
With your broken wings
I know it’s hard
I’m a easy target
I’m small
And I know I’m quiet
I am no one to you
You know how that feels ?
I know when you look in the mirror you see what you can be
When I look in the mirror I see all that I am not
Your pain I will bear
I know it’s heavy
Let your hurt end with me
Lay your burdens in my casket
And let your sins be burried

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