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Andie C Feb 2012
Freedom.
A simple word
But means a lot.
Free to run in a field of flowers
Free to be whoever you want to
Free to say what you want to say
Free to sing
Free to laugh
Free to be
Me.
Andie C Feb 2012
The intricate words
Of a killer.
Woven like
A spiders web
Intertwining,
And when you are caught
It is hard to escape
They come like a
Looming spider
Fangs dripping with venom
Closer and closer
You feel the tension
Building and Building and Building
Snapping at you
A shark
Biting and stinging
You can bandage the wounds,
Pull out the stingers
But underneath,
Scars still remain.

Chardon, our hearts are with you
in your time of need.

— The End —