captive
the world is crying out to me
but no matter how loud it screams
i’m still held captive in the dusty prison cell of
long and twisted branches
and they were carved into no other name but yours
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A collection of poems written by a girl who's lived, struggled, and found beauty in the world.
the world is crying out to me
but no matter how loud it screams
i’m still held captive in the dusty prison cell of
long and twisted branches
and they were carved into no other name but yours