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As the tears run down my cheeks

and curve onto my lips,

Im running and running until,

I thought I was fine, then I slipped.

A baby bird tries hard to fly

and never does it stop trying.

Yet I find myself constantly giving up,

I haven't lived, yet I am dying.

I bleed before I get cut,

cry before theres pain,

give up on myself before I try,

fall to the ground, before I can fly.