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or if i lived
through blossoming pain
and the way
my soul longs to be free
from all
my doubts
and insecurities
i might just
be able to see
how much i could live
if only i were free •
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YOU ARE READING
broken poetry.
Poetry❝𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘺, 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘦𝘴.❞ original poetry by The Blue Bird (AKA UniversalGeek). a story told in four...
𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝
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or if i lived
through blossoming pain
and the way
my soul longs to be free
from all
my doubts
and insecurities
i might just
be able to see
how much i could live
if only i were free •
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