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A Poem by Frito

The butterflies I once felt in my stomach had wings of metal as they made their way up, piercing through my heart and slashing into my throat cutting deep with their sharp edges as they made their way out silencing me as they left. 
I think it's best if I'm alone.

© 2024 Frito


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Added on July 13, 2024
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Frito
Frito

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"Softie. I named my doll Softie. See, even at two I knew that if you held something for long enough the edges stop being so rough." ~There's not a whole lot to me but I try to make sense of my feel.. more..

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A Poem by Frito