January 6, 2011
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A fluttering of wings,
To escape the past and present.
To risk the loss of everything.

No one knows why,
And no one knows how.
How his depression came forth,
Making life feel foul.

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Amanda Love said...
Jan. 18, 2011 at 5:35 pm
great poem. i can really feel it.
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