people ask me why i cry
to which i do not reply
for it is the equivalent to asking a sparrow why it flies
or why a newborn baby must open its eyes
it is the way nature works
and that is simply how my nature works
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flutter
Poetryhis cruel words were said without stutter as he left me alone without giving me the chance to even mutter so all i can do now is pick my torn apart heart out of the gutter as i spread my singed wings in the hopes to grasp the clouds as i flutter ⭐◾⭐...
