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Update, not an actual poem
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My name is Megan.And this is my voice.I am a survivor of the real world.Abuse, bullies,conformity. Everything it had to throw at me. Killing off the o..
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1. I'm an artist and I'm dangerous around art supplies
2. I'm still a little kid, thanks to my childhood being ripped from me
3. I fear the dark..
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Written during Spanish, watiting for something to happen
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I can hear the whistle.I know where it runs.I could, I should....But not just yet.I can see myself,Hiding out on it.Hanging on to one thing:My hope fo..
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Why?Why did you abandon me?Why did you believe those lies?Why didn't you talk to me first?You were my best friend..........Why aren't you anymore?Why ..
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Pain,It's blinding meAnd my arm are outReaching for anyone,Anything,to hold onto.Someone to pull me up,Dust me off,And carry me when I fall.So here I ..
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All I ever wanted...Hope.Something to keep me going.Did I find it?I thought so.But they ripped it from me.Like a child's toy, no longer his.Maybe I fo..
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Do you hear that?Silence....Utter silence.Driving into your brain like a drill,Screaming into your tortured soul...Alone, without noise....Nothing.Not..
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I'm dancing...And there's a ribbon.On each one....A name.There's ribbons coating the ground.Everywhere.I catch a group of letters...'Neon.''Mommy.''Lo..
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