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Tom Blake Oct 2016
I thought I knew it All.
Then
My innocence
Was taken away.
Now
I know nothing,
Yes,
Nothing
At all.
But
Still go out to play!
By Violet.
Tom Blake Oct 2016
One can feel guilty
For
Being alive,
Especially,
When
So many die.
One
Can
Feel guilty laughing
While
So many cry.

I will cry, I will die.
We
Need
Laughter
To get us by!
Tom Blake Oct 2016
I
Am a cheeky little bird.
I
Am
A SPECIAL little bird.
My
Feathers are so fluffy
Do not
Ruffle me!
I
Do not need MY
Wings clipped
Do you?
Chirp!
Chirp!
Tweet!
Tweet!
By
VIOLET.
Tom Blake Oct 2016
Why
Do I write?
To express myself with words
But,
Most of all
Freedom too express!
It
Has taught me
Who
I really am,
Taught me to Believe in myself,
Brought
Out all my inner most thoughts,
Fears and Joys.
Thoughts that lay in my head dormant
For years.
I
Did not know!


Did not know
Who
I really was....
Until I put pen to paper.
Thank you
Quill and parchment.
By Violet.
Tom Blake Oct 2016
I want to **** myself.
Why?
Because
I
Want
To
LIVE!
Tom Blake Oct 2016
The world.
What world?
Your world?
My
World?
Who's World?
Your world?
Yes!
Tom Blake Oct 2016
Child,
Grow up for heaven's sake!
Be quiet !
Speak when you are spoken too!
Children
Should be seen and not heard!
That's
How it was for myself.
I do not want sympathy,
Just,
To let others know...Beware
Of
Grown ups!
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