my blood pounds like a bird in a cage might sing
it's beautiful but not quite free
almost
but not quite
do you hurt me or do i let you hurt me (yes)
how old was i when i learned how to ride a bike (too old)
what's the point of waking up every morning when my caged bird blood sings with the hopelessness of a child who has already learned that their parents are human
I really like this.
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