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Standing outside
The harsh,
Cold wind
Rushing through my soul
And cutting into wounds,
The ones you can't see
And I start crying
Trying to hold back the tears
But I can't
And they come ,
And freeze,
Before they hit the ground
And shatter
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I felt my heart shatter,
just like they wanted
I wished I could have yelled
I wished I could have SCREAMED
SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO HELL
but I can’t.
I can’t breathe in the water while I drown.
The curtain call
I’m out of time
I dance with my hands tied
What am I?
A doormat for your shoes?
Cobblestone for your steps?
Am I meant for nothing more
than a book, open pages,
assigned by your english professor,
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