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Blackbird Down

I’m used to broken glass, holding pieces in my hands, praying to God that this feeling won’t last, praying to believe a friend. But I’m growing weary of hanging on, I’m growing weary of knowing if I’ll ever belong in someone’s arms. A voice inside my head whispers “baby girl I love you, your perfect just the way you are.” He’s whispering “baby girl don’t listen to any voice but mine cuz I’m here all the time.”
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