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 Aug 2015 douglas chesa
wordynerd
If I could
Wish a million things
I would only wish for a pair of wings
If I could
Fly up to the clouds      
Nothing you say would bring me down
Oh and if I could
Spread my wings and soar
You wouldnt see me here anymore
 Aug 2015 douglas chesa
wordynerd
Words are bullets
And every single one burns through me
Creating an infectious hole
Each one tears me down
And rips me apart

Words are knives
And each syllable flies toward me  
And opens a new wound
   Each blade cutting deeper
And deeper than the last

Words are machine guns
Tearing through and destroying me
Piece by piece, I'm torn apart
But no one can see
Cause it's all in my head
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