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Mar 2013
My heart is full of holes
Heavy And miss represented at the same time
it hurts and then feels divine
The weight of my stupidity hurts
I'am no wounded bird
I knew what it would take to make me hole
I can not let it be no no not me this wounded bird
My colors so bright and vibrant and dull and sad at the same time
can you even see me any more?
This little *****
Written by
jessica Philpott  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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