the more i try
the harder i fall
wings spread out
exposing it all
i'm falling but
no ones there
at the bottom where
ground meets air
no ones there
with arms open wide
no one willing to help
to stand by my side
and i'm falling
and i'm yelling
you say it will
but time isnt telling
im screaming from
the pit of my womb
carve..."she bled for you"
on the front of my tomb
my poems.
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