Running from the me that I've become.
I scream.
And shout.
The only person that seems to listen, is me.
My pleas for help will never be heard.
For, I am only a bird.
A bird without wings.
For, I am only a bee.
A bee that can't sting.
For, if I die will it change?
Or, will my memory be forever drained?
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What's Holding Me Back.
No FicciónI've never been honest with myself or anyone else when it came to the way I felt. My emotions have always kept me back and away from people. And now they are dragging me away from the ones I love. I need a way to vent. This is my story. This is my v...
