Her wings are tired, battered, and weary
Because her time was fleeting
To the world, she bids misery
To her own void, she gives in
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PoetryPoems are her feelings She wants to keep private But she wants everyone to know
Herself
Her wings are tired, battered, and weary
Because her time was fleeting
To the world, she bids misery
To her own void, she gives in