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The Blue Bird.

My eyes are like blue birds daring to face their fears.
My mind is like a wolf exploring everything possible.
My touch is gentle.
My heart is on my sleeve.
My fear holds anxiety that is as white as rushing waves.
I live in chaos and soak up the tears.

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