Ol' What's-Her-NameA Poem by Kristine FergBackstage, she waits on pain and whispers softly. Her arms a battled background that remains, unholy.
"if it were up to me.... if it were up to me", she says, "I would be free." But that just can't... be. because of the truth, she can't own up to things, and her one belief that she had true wings was pressured, it was thrown away.
how is it now, she becomes the hero of the play?
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Added on April 16, 2012 Last Updated on April 16, 2012 AuthorKristine FergAboutI'm just another person. Just like you; my art the object of knowledge in understanding who I am and how I am. And that, simply, is enough about me. more..Writing
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