Where was my voice for all these years?
Trapped within layers of suffocating fabric
Or chained with the scars of his old embrace
But even before I met th void
The power and fury that tears from my throat
Never opened its eyes to my weary days
To make me feel like I fit.
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Author:
Azura Nightsong (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry it's even a while, school just started and I just haven't been hit with inspiration. So here's a teeny thing I wrote, I hope you like it.
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Beautiful
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