Damsel in distress.
Stuck in the tower, to observe only through a window.
And the rest is viewed through that dammed computer.
The wish to go outside is strong.
However, the fear of bullying is stronger--
--Almost entrapping.
So being stuck remains.
Remains till escape is possible.
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My poems, And Random Stuff
RandomI am a soldier. I am the one that is always on the battlefield. With scratch marks, and bruises. I try to carry on, I try to see the light. I reach for my guns, to try and abolish the enemy. The ones that want me dead. But I can't anymore. I've bee...
