Birds Lift A Burden
Too Heavy To Bear Myself
Even The Small Birds Help
(That's too many syllables, dumb dumb! -ed)
Rest
A Crow On the Ground
In My Hands It Starts To Move
Not Scared, Unlike Mom
Life
None Die Forever
But I've Died A Thousand Deaths
Still Not Used To It
How Can I Tell You
You Felt What We Had
You Slept With a Random Guy
I Never Got Over You
(I don't think you understand syllables. -ed.)
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