WaitA Poem by dramamineJust a short poem.The seed was planted, so I was told. But the forest is sold before it ever grows. Will they ever know? You are defined by the things you cannot change. Shunned for being strange. Trapped in a box. Forever haunted by the ticking of the clocks. Suffocate, isolate, medicate, lock away then wait. © 2015 dramamineReviews
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StatsAuthordramamineThe ShireAboutYou can call me Twiggy.I'm just a 16 year old girl. With no friends so I spend my time writing s****y tales, poetry, and listening to music. I hope to one day become a musician and you know start a ba.. more..Writing
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