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Oct 2014
I never thought
the day would come
when words failed me
or my verses lay blank
unwritten on the page
but you have stolen
even that from me
my words are
the only thing sacred
I have
the only way
to free myself
my words
are the only things
that are mine
now
my hands refuse to pick up a pen
and I am left
to drown
LittleFreeBird
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LittleFreeBird
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