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When one chooses
One's words carefully;
One doesn't speak
With one's mouth open.
 Sep 2015 Lexi Dvorak
Akira
Scar
 Sep 2015 Lexi Dvorak
Akira
He told me my scars weren't beautiful
And I told him that no one could ever really admire a masterpiece
Without taking a few steps back
Your scars make you who you are and no matter what you are beautiful
My wings have been torn
Maybe ever since I've been born
For some reason why
Society doesn't want us to fly

Or maybe it's just us
Who holds ourselves back
We blame others
And think they keep us off track

In reality it's us
And it's all it ever was
What if we were made to soar
And not cry or let our blood drip on the floor

We're just too selfish to get the things that we want
No, you don't need to flaunt
And make others feel bad
Instead of happy, they're just sad

We're broken in pieces
Because we fell from the sky
Little did we know, our wings were growing for us to fly.
Here's to the people who feel what I feel, to those who think they can't soar.
And  those who have yet to find their happily ever after,
Are just going through the tough chapters of their tale.
Inspiried by the classic of The Little Princess
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