Sometimes I wish I had wings
so I could fly far far away
away from the violence and anger
away from the struggle and pain
away from depression and amnesia
away from all the date rape
away from the shadows of darkness
away from heavy gravity
away from it's tight grip
it's-grip... it's grip-is
tight
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A Few Pages from my Brain
PoetryPoetry from the brain of one SilentDream. Including imperfection, perfection, life, death, and love.
