These broken wings can't carry me anymore.
Peeling slowly they fall softly to the floor.
Finally free.
How can it be?
Just you and me and these memories.
Broken wings, they don't constrict me anymore.
When I think of my new Wings I get sore.
Broken wings they aren't with me anymore.
~Stormer
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My Little Poetry Book
PoetryHey guys, this if just a book of some of my poems. some of them are triggering because I'm a really fucked up person. haha... So don't say I didn't warn you...
