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I was born with a body of feathers

what ever happens to me never really matters



everytime I get hurt I loose a feather

as the years go by I continue to scatter



Everyone looks at me and my missing feathers

Life continues to leave me; a sickness under the weather



Now it comes to the final day of my last feather....



I lie naked as the world starts to see

as they did they will never let me be....