Birds.

Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all.

-Emily Dickinson

 

So get a gun and shoot the bird
and kill it while you can
its tone deaf and it has no words
it'll squawk till you go mad.

-Me

 

 

Hehehehehe:)

Fuck.

Sorry, Emily Dickinson.

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