A year in silence was nothing at all.
Indifferent people, indifferent home.
Nothing to lose, to deny, to confirm.
Alone. In the whole world alone.
A bird with a burning desire to fly.
What should I find in the blue empty sky?
Destroy my wings, do myself harm.
There is no one to help me. No one.
Bird
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