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She was so little Yet so much as oppression could be Discovered in her ribs Pressing hard on the heart Revealing spark of distress captured in the beams that cause happiness yet discontent. Mentoring her own soul The deep thoughts she wasn't able to bowl The words that would neither roll The body kept inside of 4 walls Angry Phone calls that came crawling in through her veins Pleading dismissal Knocking on the bruises that remain It still rains Thundering tears that remain Unseen.....Unspoken yet  sensored through damaged parades She grew up hating herself better than anyone else Connecting each thought with an elixir Of confusion Haunted her own mind better than the demons that lifted off the shelves Reaching deep into her body Fracturing the foundations Remaining each fragment Shattering the blizzard of joy and Draining all its impetus Only as figments of its magination Her actions that coincide with the alchemist's heartless box of incarceration but a souless body is one with no purpose What was her life if she had no control?
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
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She was so little Yet so much as oppression could be Discovered in her ribs Pressing hard on the heart Revealing spark of distress captured in the beams that cause happiness yet discontent. Mentoring her own soul The deep thoughts she wasn't able to bowl The words that would neither roll The body kept inside of 4 walls Angry Phone calls that came crawling in through her veins Pleading dismissal Knocking on the bruises that remain It still rains Thundering tears that remain Unseen.....Unspoken yet  sensored through damaged parades She grew up hating herself better than anyone else Connecting each thought with an elixir Of confusion Haunted her own mind better than the demons that lifted off the shelves Reaching deep into her body Fracturing the foundations Remaining each fragment Shattering the blizzard of joy and Draining all its impetus Only as figments of its magination Her actions that coincide with the alchemist's heartless box of incarceration but a souless body is one with no purpose What was her life if she had no control?
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
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