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Hannah Aug 2017
I don't know
which way to go.
I'm blinded by
the tears in my eyes,
and numb
to the way I feel inside,
but baby,
at least the bottle's dry.
  Aug 2017 Hannah
Rosa Lía Elías
for every tear
that slides across my face
a smile is preparing
to bloom in it’s place.
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  Aug 2017 Hannah
shiv
You are not your mother
And you are not your father.
Your life is your own
And the only sins
you should have to cary
Are the ones you commit.
Hannah Aug 2017
I fold my wings at night,
only the dark underside is seen,
and I become invisible
to predators passing around me.
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