Baby Bird
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This morning, I was walking back from class. I checked my phone for messages from my friend, and after I put my phone away, I noticed a dead bird. I was horrified. He was a little baby who just wanted to fly. He didn't even have feathers yet. I wrote this for him. Rest in peace, little baby bird. You are beautiful.
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