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 Feb 2019 Ilayda Aydın
Kale
I'm falling slowly
Deeper into madness
Becoming obsessive
Crazed with feelings
of insecurity
I want to *****
the happiness that
I have injected into
my veins
Can I cry?
I hate seeing myself
this way
I hate seeing myself
Can I cry?
Because I want to be free
from the shackles
That bound me to this Earth
The birds come to my window,
They take my bread,
I wish they would take me,
Take me away instead.

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