You cut of my legs
and tell me to walk on my own,
then you cut off my wings
and say if you can't walk,
at least fly home.
Then you take my halo
and say it's because i don't deserve it,
you calling me a devil after what you did
makes me sick.
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Love Me In Pieces
Poetry"Is it okay if it's black and white, Is it okay if it's blurred, What's the point of puttin...