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A Dead Bird

A dead mockingbird stands in my bed, she says that I am not dead but this argument has two sides of its face. He's torn apart from his choice because the world makes it so, because of the infinite taboo opinions that his choice decides. A dead bird cannot be alive at the same time, it has to choose to be one side. She must choose a path or she will be cast out of her world because the rules say so. You cannot be the exception and be happy and successful, choose a path or die. It isn't as simple as going to sleep because with sleeping at least you think you'll wake up from your nightmare. You have twelve years until you die...or live.
Written by LizB
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