sick of crying
tired of trying
yea i'm smiling but inside
im dying
As a child of 6 years old, my mother caught me running around the garden chasing after a white dove that had flown in. 'Coco, we are going to be late, what on earth are you doing?'. She asked. 'Mummy, my beret needs a feather. And this bird has kindly left some behind'.
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