self imprison

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She was like a lost bird,

she never knew where to fly.

Her beautiful songs went unheard,

she never really knew why.

Her lack of control was absurd,

she didn't think she'd ever reach the sky.

Suddenly, her perception had become blurred.

It was to her own wings when she said,
goodbye.

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~Brie Angeline

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