Thinking Out Loud

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there it was laying on the ground
like it had been
f
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g
o
t
t
e
n there

i couldn't let such a beautiful thing lie there on the cold, hard ground, so i picked it up from its resting place and placed it in my bag. and when i got home mom said 'throw it away it's a
r
e
p
u
l
s
i
v
e thing,' so i went and hid it away

i took the black feather and put it on my window, later that night when i was almost asleep i saw a bird with a broken wing, i watched it as it perched on the tree. then can a disturbance

my little brother threw rocks at it saying, 'you
d
i
s
c
u
s
t
i
n
g thing" and then it flew away

and then it occurred to be that i was the bird with the broken wing who had lost a feather while battling and that i was no longer
w
a
n
t
e
d there