I wonder how it's like
To die
Is it laying in a pool of stars under a sycamore tree?
Is it being bound to those I chose I scream they can't hear me?
Is it just being free
Is it free
Is it freedom
Is it the key to the locks
To the cuffs
I hope it's freedom.
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PoetryI held broken shards to my face Comparing my reflection On the mirrors That didn't want to leave ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poems written by Star in about 5 minutes. If you like them, please do vote and comment, it really makes my day! Most...
