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the devils near
he comes every so often
to check up on his dear
dear sweet daughter of his
whose trapped in my mind
blowing holes into the parts I need
the parts that tell me how to live
tell me how to breathe
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YOU ARE READING
Broken pieces on the floor
PoetryI'm just a girl looking for her voice wanting to be noticed waiting for one person to see the potential somewhere