She was born knowing what she could do
She grew up forgetting she couldn't
Everyone tried to hold her down,
Hold her back, and make her drown
But she's still alive and she flies.
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All the Small Things
PoetryThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.
