We…

We cry for little things,

We get afraid of nothing.

We dump huge love on others,

But they throw us just like a bird shed its

feather.

We welcome stress and were living together

with depression,

So no new worries and nothing will make

us tension.

We want to fly high in the sky like a bird,

But were living in deep underground because

We are still afraid.

Who are we? Asked someone,

But I refused to answer,

because everyone knows,

Who we are.

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