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By Naberius The butterflies In my stomach Punctured holes; Bleeding my heart even more For them to escape; My eyes couldn’t see, Didn’t realize I was free Saw the light; I know you are; But am I still blind? Who am I When these tears fly to the ground?; Couldn’t catch My heart out: Never…
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By Savanna From the day we were created on this earth, we have always known sorrow; it is the heaviest thing we have ever carried. So why is it our identity that seems the most worn and tainted? Why do we choose to cover up the parts of our heart that are the strongest and…
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