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Paige

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since November 2012
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Flight

November 4, 2012
Iron shackles tie me down, Grounding me to the torn down norms. My heart bleeds for the flight, The chase, The chance. Everything about is breaking, Flight is what my heart should be taking, But these iron shackles tie me down. Let me breath, Let me sing. I can't do a single thing. To soar over buildings and though the sky, Until the very day I die, Is all I want and all I need. But here is I sit. But I need...
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