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You could say screaming

doesn't achieve much

but when you feel the lift come off your chest

it does more than shake the tree;

it gives you wings to fly off the branch

you kept sitting on,

it carries you through the breeze

of the leaves falling down

and all the parts you didn't realize were there,

it shakes you to the core where your heart no longer bleeds

because you poured it all out,

it grants you to see the sky above your head,

it takes you away from the howling

after sitting, waiting up, every night

wanting to call out up past midnight,

there's a flight with your name on it

and it gives you wings to fly

off the branch you kept sitting on;

can you feel the lift?

because I can.

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