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to tell the tale
of how i was trapped
raw and new
entranced by the world
of hidden anguish under pleasant smiles
and my love was
ridiculed
for i was too raw
to see how my baby blue wings
would forget to fly
in a world that wasn't just full of hate
but a world that was fake •
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YOU ARE READING
broken poetry.
Puisi❝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...
