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  Aug 2017 Alice
Gaffer
She fell and broke her life
People rushed to help
It was touch and go for a time
The surgeon had to amputate
But he was finally removed
The recovery was long
Sometimes she felt he was still there
Touching her inside
Messing with her head
They said this would happen
Such intensity is bound to leave scars
But they would heal
Someday another would come along
She would be stronger.
Alice Aug 2017
Things doesn't have to be
Beautiful,
As long as they're
Real.
Alice Aug 2017
My hands are itching
They want to write
But what should I say
If I'm empty inside?
Or maybe I'm not empty at all.
My thoughts are just caged
Like wild animals.
Longing to be free;
Just like me...
  Aug 2017 Alice
SøułSurvivør
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being
different
means
going
against
the school
being
free to
think
alone
though
you're
thought an
oddball fool
at least
your mind
isn't set
in stone!

for who is
foolish but
the ones
who follow
blindly
with the tide
for their end
has e'r begun
to withdraw
to run & hide

in the crowd
they are not seen
in the shelter
of conformist streams
but who of import
has ever been
who did not
stand out like a beam?

be a lighthouse!
not a candle
almost put out
and guttering
there is nothing
you can't handle

God will give you

*roots & wings!
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