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4d
Like a bird with broken wings,
I look on with eyes full of envy
as all those around me take flight.
Held down by my own chains,
Left alone, aside from the emptiness;
The hollow realization
That something is missing,
But never knowing the slightest sense
Of what that something is.
being an addict
Written by
the dead bird  29/F/Boston
(29/F/Boston)   
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   M Vogel and preston
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