An old pigeon landed on my balcony today. He wanted to die... I let him stay for a while. He crashed into the window searching for a perfect rest I guessed... I jumped in fear to send his illness away. he wouldn't fly away. I was his friend. He did fly away And i came back inside realized what i have done. The pigeon was I, and I was someone else. where there was a meaning I killed myself.
Reason for writing:
Well,I felt the same thing happened to me.Noone stood by me when I needed him.I did the same thing to the pigeon.First impulse,fear,maybe prejudice.The thing is I felt connected to him,and I betrayed him.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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