December 22, 2008
I am trapped inside a dark,yet beatiful box.
But this is somewhat better than when I would squirm and fear the pain.
Then my supossed loved ones came with heavy locks;
encouraging these tears that still lie here and can not be drained.
Yet, I know inside my fluttering heart;
that all things must come to an end.
But, still these bitter tears continue to be shed.
And though everyone thinks that I 'm not dead;
The day I get my wings seems so very far away.
But hope still remains, I pray to God it does not sway.

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