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Apr 23
Gone with the wind.
My memories,
My feelings,
My heartache,
The headache,
With laughter,
No room for
The confining
That I
Always hated.
The sharpened
That left me
In ecstasy.
When I spoke
With sobriety,
The society
That watched me,
Left me in pieces,
For reasons
They will never
It's changed.
How much?
How long?
Will it go back?
It never lasts,
Because the wind always comes back,
With more to give.
More than I asked.
And the wind will always return,
And it will bring
Back all the chains I earned.

Gone with the wind.

I'm trapped in the wind.
Because the wind will never stay gone.
A momentary burst of inspiration. I don't know.
Written by
Ruheen  14/F/Can't go anywhere
(14/F/Can't go anywhere)   
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