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((first off...this is how I felt when I argued with my mom this weekend...I wanted to wait till my scanner was fixed to post the picture AND the poem...but this can't wait any longer.. just need to get a load off my back...O-O sorry if it sounds depressing....I am not depressed...not THAT much anyway. ^w^ Forst poem in a while...hope it's good)) My wings are growing they are flowing they are feathery they are blowing My heart is tearing it is turning it is flipping it is burning My eyes stare into yours I can't say what I need to. It comes out like a jumbled mess, like bubblegum in hair. but still I take a breath. and breath ou