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Jul 2014
You put

Me

Together.  



You tear

Me

Apart.  



You shock

Me

Into silence.  



You rip

Apart my wings

And hold me down.  



You tell

Me

To suffer.  



You tell

Me

It'll be okay.  



But how

Will

Things be fine?  



With no wings to fly

Away.

No heart to feel my

Pain.

No pieces left to

Take.
An old one, from my ages of 13-15 somewhere.
Austyn Taylor
Written by
Austyn Taylor  21/F/Saratoga, NY
(21/F/Saratoga, NY)   
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