who is wrong
wings flapping in the wind
hairs standing on their end
crows calling to offend
their life can no longer mend
.
she dreamed of nothing sweet
they could no longer meet
she watched her girl get beat
they failed to be discreet
.
screaming shouting hating
no longer bending but
she was breaking, crying
they told her she was confused
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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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