FlyingA Poem by wrote.herebooks affecting...You wait for the truth,
I write the lies in your color. I am free of you, I am what you wanted me to be. I am a bird whose unchained, soaring farther through the seas. There is no pain within me, there is little to cry about. You expect my friendship, I expect changes. Yet there is no change, there's only you and me. I ask myself when ever will I be free, the answer comes... I will never be. When you've fallen, how can you be? © 2014 wrote.hereAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 14, 2014 Last Updated on February 14, 2014 Authorwrote.hereUnderground, PhilippinesAbout"There's not alot to tell, only that there's much to read" As to stop people from asking: Little things, little things. I know you can't see me. I am serious in my way of speaking, though in ri.. more..Writing
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