wasted potential
Lately I feel like a bird in a cramped cage watching the ones around me be free
Or perhaps I’m a bud picked too soon
Lying forgotten and dying in the dirt as everyone around me blooms
It’s a stolen childhood
A freedom never received that’s left me this scarred
— j.a.s.s
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Though I hope people can find a little bit of themselves reading my pieces, I just want to clarify that I write to express myself and my poetry isn’t here for anyone’s sake but my own. (j.a.s.s)
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