lost life
see that look in her eye
torn up broken wings
how can she even fly
the hate her life brings
as days and days go by
that fire in her eye ditched
she came to realize
there would be no goodbyes
as she watched them drift
they felt distaste not yet disgust
but for her, it was enough
as everything in her bust
yet they think it's all a bluff
but she just can't let herself rust
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I'm 20, but many tell me I have an old soul. I go through a lot of crap all the time about what I do and who I am so my stories and poems are the only places I can be free even if they mention my troubles it is a way to breathe, though the inspiration seems to fade every time
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