𝙈𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚, 𝙈𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙈𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙚, 𝙂𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙏𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙛, 𝙇𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚, 𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙖𝙢 𝙄.
How what a beautiful bird I became mother.
What shall bird that may become of me?
𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.
𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤.
𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙.
The eyes won't stop.
They keep tearing me apart from my limbs.
They never go away.
She has the 𝐎𝐰𝐥'𝐬 𝐄𝐲𝐞'𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞.
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