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September 24, 2011
By Renae Means BRONZE, Allen, South Dakota
Renae Means BRONZE, Allen, South Dakota
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You take away the finer things. You take away, the air I breathe. You take away, what I love, places only I know of.

You make a way that I hate.
You make a way, to have me forgotten.

You take away, from my sibilings the same.
You make a way, to take away and gain to fame.
You make a way five, ten, twenty...

You take away all you can and leave a wound that cannot heal. You make a way to conceal a life permanently I run away with myself cause you made me make myself this way.
You take away and make a way, take these words, pursue them. For who I am and make it known, that what I dream and what I feel, can never be taken.

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