i used to be a writer, but they took away my hands....
i used to sing stories, so they cut out my tongue.........
i used to read books and drift off into other places, but
they stitched my eyes closed
the pain carried me until i stumbled upon my hands...
my tongue grew back like a venomous snake and i lashed out
with it....
i tore the stitching from my eyes and used it as a rope to
free myself....
and now i will make them pay...for all they have done, only
they aren't real and when i strike i look like a fool swatting the air.....
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