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Dec 2017
My wings ripped off
Bound to the ground
Crying out to the dark for help
Only echoes of my voice answer
You removed your wings
And gave them to me
Allowing me to fly
While you stay on the ground
And waste away to ash
About someone important to me from my heart.
Croiyon
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Croiyon  18/M/North America
(18/M/North America)   
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