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I gave my bird away |
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Released it on a winter's day |
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I hid the cage away |
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In the darkest corner of my cave |
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Drew circles in the snow |
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Developed a strong vertigo |
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I tried to forget |
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But memories are like tattoos |
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I carry them with me |
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My body is a diary |
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It might not show it right away |
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But it remembers every day |
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I write on paper not my skin |
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Read my arm like poetry |
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Scars cover memories |
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They keep them safe, lock them away |
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I carry them with me |
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My body is a diary |
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Read me like poetry |
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My body is a diary |
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I will gain peace of mind |
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The day I let myself rewind |
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Will read my diary like poetry |