i'm not sure
what's going on
or what i'll do
when this ends
i guess
i'll survive
curtains pulled down
and lose my place
but i am here
i am broken, disjointed, and flawed
i am surviving, wounded, and living
and i
will try to
fix you,
too.
the bird that i loved
flew away
but if i never tried
i'd never know
it couldn't be worse
it couldn't be better
and with you
by my side
you fixed me
and lights
are guiding me home
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