Birdless Strings

Sometimes I wonder
And I wonder a lot of things,
Where I’d be without
All the pain and
All the mess.
Would I be happier?
A girl without stress?
Or maybe just naive,
I wouldn’t know a thing
On how to live
How to be a free bird
Careless, no strings.

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