this is the true meaning of being a bird. no matter how high you fly, you grave will still be underground.
bleeding out. caused by the slow decay of dreams and hope.
there is nobody to save you and in fact, you will be the one to cause your own demise.
there is nobody to blame. swallow bitter downfall. cry harder. see who will spot you amidst the sea of howling birds.
there is no afterlife. just a subconscious theta reverie.
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