Growing wings

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I imagine my hands with long claws for nails,

scratching my head to reach my mind.

To pull out my soul and

To numb this unforgiving pain that makes my body ache.

I see a nude broken child in my head,

Innocent and hidden from the world.

I watch him suffocating himself

For he is an Angel desperately wanting to fly back home.

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