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Broken wings
I want to fly
But my wings are broken
So I stand on the ground
Looking up
At all the ones
Twirling in the sky
Imagining the wind
Passing through my feathers
While a tear
Runs down my cheek
Wishing I could
Leave the ground below
And fly!
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Permisson
I didn't give you permission
To come into my life
With all the subtlety of a train wreck
I didn't give you permission
To play around with my emotions
Like you did for the longest time
I didn't give you permission
To be so nice to me
Or to be so perfect in every way possible
I didn't give you permission
To make me like you
Or to become my friend
I didn't give you permission
To become the object
Of my affection
Nor did I give you permission
To be so beautiful
Or so unbelievably amazing
And I certainly
Didn't give you the permission
To steal my heart
Like you did
In that split second
When we first met
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The End of Me
Suicide. Just the word catches your eye. I can see it now. The title 'Young local teen' and 'suicide' somehow put together for an attractive heading, buried under articles of politics, fashion, and what certain celebrities have been caught doing. It will be all that is left of me, sure I might be ashes or six feet under, but it will be the only memorable public mark I ever had on the world. Not that I'm about to do this for a single pathetic memorable moment, that will happen whether I care or not. But this moment right now, with the blade itching at my throat, wondering whether I will actually do it, I remember my reasons for the 'why'. You
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