The baby bird looked down from the nest with eyes as sure as any naked breast. It wondered how it should ever learn to fly. It wondered how anything could fall ant not hit the bottom.
The word pretended to know what she was trying to say. Diaperless orphans trying to hold in the smell of their shits.
She had always assumed the ugly was her fault. She was wrong to love them. To want to have them love her. She had always thought the world was working against her.
Little did she know it was the people she had trusted.
Opening that umbrella as the storm decides to hint at drenching us. Pretending we're prepared for what awaits us.
We fall down. Or we're knocked there.. Doesn't matter if we don't get up.
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