Leaving You
Over there I see my freedom and I watch it as I would a caged animal. Our eyes lock and it questions me, "Will you ever do it?" I walk away, knowing, that I will not. Sign in to see full entry.
If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Leaving You
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