Three birds sang in a tree.
Only one of them wanted to be free.
That little red bird was me.
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And now that I'm free,
I have come to see,
that this freedom was too much for me. (addition:4/27/23)
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Made-in-April
Apr 27, 2023 09:34PM
To all or anyone who still resides within the walls of this forsaken place, I'm baaack. And this time, to hopefully create some chaos with my stories.View all Conversations
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