miranda shaffer Poems

Tick-tock
Watching the clock
Couting the minutes,
Counting the
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here i am the real me, i promised myself not to say these things to keep to myself. but the fire burns inside and my tongue feels numb, but just tonight i want you to understand who i really am. not the girl made up of lies, or the mask i hide myslef behind here we are, standing face to face.
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Rain pouring down from my cheeks
Sobbing tries to take a peak
Lightning strikes
FIlled with fright
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waterfalls of blood upon their hands and bodys
their faces streaked with tearsand wracked with fears
in this war with no safe sound of a full army
they stand vulnerable and in east reach
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Death by murder
Death by chance
Death by secert night romance
Death by number
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my heart's for sale
it wasnt worth the price
it's waitin on a dusty shelf
it's cracked merchandise
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'give it up' those little voices tell me i've had enough who am i supossed to be? they scream, they whisper, they're mean, they always yell at me 'give it up' 'you're worthless' i wont believe it i've had enough of this where do i fit?
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