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Mar 2019
Slain into flame,
picked apart day by day
but I'm told to shut my mouth.
I have no choice,
alone I pout.
Is it me?
Or is it them?
If I speak,
would they listen?
How do I know who to trust
when the ones I love throw me into dust?
I'll throw myself to flame.
Then I can make sure things remain the same.
I'd rather hurt myself
than you have the power to hurt me
I need to have control,
so I'll lock away my soul.
I can't tell who holds the key
a foolish, desperate plea
from me.
I'll fly myself into the sun
just so you can't.
I throw myself to flame.
Who here is at blame?
Tears driven by anger,
anger by shame
of pain.
Are these simply foolish cries?
My happiness, it tries.
But it shall fail,
I shall prevail!
I'll keep fighting till the end of time.
I can get through this. I know I can.
Written by
Freya Adwin  14/F/The depths of my iNsAnItY
(14/F/The depths of my iNsAnItY)   
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