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Jun 2013
I'm calling you my love,
But it's being drowned out by shouts coming from above.

I'm broken and confined,
There beginning to break my mind.

They rub pictures of you and him in my face,
They're taking our letters and burning them in a case.

How did this happen?
They're gone now, all I hear is a small tapping.

Maybe it's my heart,
But it's been broken since the start.

I've had to confront him,
My ray of hope being very dim.

Don't save me, figure out everything,
I've suffered enough from this beating.

Can you hear me? Calling for you? Screaming for you?
Never mind, my birds already flew,
Now you can't hear me calling for you.
Edward S
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Edward S  Isolated from the World
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