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My home is just a beaten path, Full of twist and turns, Beaten and trodden on, Desolate and lonely, So very quiet, Quite dark,

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Nov 7, 2015

Nov 7, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC

Home

My home is just a beaten path, Full of twist and turns, Beaten and trodden on, Desolate and lonely, So very quiet, Quite dark,

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5. Hold me Hold me close Feeling so scared Hold me close Until it doesn't hurt I can't fake it I'm crying Slowly losing my mind Hold me close Listen to my dreams die See my eye dim Touch my scars Taste the tears on my face Why don't you hold me anymore I'm so alone So scared I'm crying No one holds me anymore

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Oct 16, 2015

Oct 16, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC

Hold Me

5. Hold me Hold me close Feeling so scared Hold me close Until it doesn't hurt I can't fake it I'm crying Slowly losing my mind Hold me close Listen to my dreams die See my eye dim Touch my scars Taste the tears on my face Why don't you hold me anymore I'm so alone So scared I'm crying No one holds me anymore

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I'm to distracted to see All the pain of the world To caught up In my social media Busy posting on Twitter Taking a selfie for Instagram I don't even notice All the starving children The injustice of the world In front of my eyes The trees are disappearing Except my eyes are on the phone Not the world I guess the world Will have to wait Until I decide To stop looking at the phone And start looking at the world

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Oct 16, 2015

Oct 16, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC

Start looking at the world

I'm to distracted to see All the pain of the world To caught up In my social media Busy posting on Twitter Taking a selfie for Instagram I don't even notice All the starving children The injustice of the world In front of my eyes The trees are disappearing Except my eyes are on the phone Not the world I guess the world Will have to wait Until I decide To stop looking at the phone And start looking at the world

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Tears run down my face For my friend Who sent me her suicide note She was only twelve Hatred seems to ignore age Surrounding her In a toxic environment That she calls "home" Slit her wrists Escaped the hatred Left the toxic air The hatred stayed She didn't

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Oct 13, 2015

Oct 13, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC

Hatred

Tears run down my face For my friend Who sent me her suicide note She was only twelve Hatred seems to ignore age Surrounding her In a toxic environment That she calls "home" Slit her wrists Escaped the hatred Left the toxic air The hatred stayed She didn't

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Skinny body Thin fingers Sitting on a little stool Working all day Weaving all night Until he ran All the way to America The fight wasn't done yet Rode back to Pakistan Spoke one last time Before he was shot A resounding gun shot Killing a boy Trying to save other Skinny bodies That had to weave With thin fingers

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Oct 13, 2015

Oct 13, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC

Iqbal

Skinny body Thin fingers Sitting on a little stool Working all day Weaving all night Until he ran All the way to America The fight wasn't done yet Rode back to Pakistan Spoke one last time Before he was shot A resounding gun shot Killing a boy Trying to save other Skinny bodies That had to weave With thin fingers

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Pen scratches the paper Paper flutters in the breezes Voice shouts Suddenly a gun fires The Taliban have their guns In my hand I have my pen On my desk I have my paper Loudly my voice speaks up Go ahead Shoot me I won't stop fighting You can take my pen Take this paper from my hands You won't take my voice though

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Oct 13, 2015

Oct 13, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC

Malala

Pen scratches the paper Paper flutters in the breezes Voice shouts Suddenly a gun fires The Taliban have their guns In my hand I have my pen On my desk I have my paper Loudly my voice speaks up Go ahead Shoot me I won't stop fighting You can take my pen Take this paper from my hands You won't take my voice though

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Pretty little bird Sing your song In your tree Sheltered from the world Sing pretty bird Bang Fly little bird Fly as fast as you can They're looking for you Following your song Bang Bye little bird Falling down Singing no more You weren't fast enough The gun was though

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Oct 13, 2015

Oct 13, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC

Bird

Pretty little bird Sing your song In your tree Sheltered from the world Sing pretty bird Bang Fly little bird Fly as fast as you can They're looking for you Following your song Bang Bye little bird Falling down Singing no more You weren't fast enough The gun was though

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