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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Crystal clear, You are the place that cradles butterflies As they transform into beautiful, Personified But more often than not, you stab my wings Prematurely Forbidding the growth that would Lead to my escape Inevitably, you knew how much I'd love To go-- But no. You like me best when I can see the world Without being its inhabitant, When you can shield me from my hopes of Reaching healthy, touching happy You were never meant to hold anything forever But just when fingertips feel the T h r e a d s O f F r e e d o m You snap, Claw... me.... back Back into your grasp Quite like fish tank glass What their eyes can always see of me, hands Will never hold Tragic, I know What's a girl to do, stuck in a wonderland She can't push through, find Her way back to...wait, Which way home again? I don't think I've ever truly known And the worst Is all the torture inflicted by myself, at Your hearty request, wicked jest You punish me in earnest for trying to Live Stuff me back down in my bubble My hideout, my shelter You have been my home and grave for all These years What I wouldn't give now to strike the Walls, scream- GET ME OUT NOW Yet this is hopeless; I know well My captor never lets me cry At least, not out loud So I whimper and I beg Please, for the love of god, don't let me die Not here, already buried underground If I fall, No one will ever know If words could trickle to the surface, well, Would they even be received, Or thud forever silent? Help Save Fix (me)
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