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Submitted:May 14, 2013    Reads: 26    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   




That is the sound of my tears

That is the sound of the

Nightmares in my head

That is the sound of the truth


I am the ghost of

Who I was before

And now it's okay

To cut lose

From the strings that once bound me

I grow wings

Like a butterfly

My strength showing

And my face lits up in a smile


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