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I. [i don’t want to have to tell you i’m sorry again but lately it’s been tough. And i’m stricken with this feeling that maybe i’m not good enough.] run. you see, somewhere out there         birds are looking for nests and birds         are finding them in the ribcages of souls but i am tired of picking straw from my heart and strings and hair that wrap around my fingers i’m— [well sometimes i’m a little lonely but i never wanted to tell you that] escape. --tired of seeing the ball i wind from those leftover nests grow and grow—                     [and i want more, want more,