For once I knew defeat. Defeat met and greeted me lately. Everything that have been keeping close only to myself is finally revealed. I drank this failure with a taste of hopeless and helpless. I am defeated.
Mockingbirds dont do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They dont eat up people's gardens, dont nest in corn-cribs, they dont do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbirds.To kill a Mockingbirds: page 119
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