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This was written by me when i was 8 years old. I wrote it because my grandfather had died. And it's how i felt and my experiences.
A stabbing wound to my heart No tears come, only looks of rage Lock myself in a cage Look around me. I’ve been unfurled. I want to be isolated from the world My emotions are closed I had to be posed. But they keep trying to unfurl Damn emotions, be a strong girl They’ve taken over and I fall Someone drags me into the hall I look around and see no one. Here it is, the end of my run. A stabbing Wound to my Heart Megan Wood (age 8)
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