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A hurricane of cruelness;
Steps freely and with joy
On every last, remaining piece
Of my confidence.
I am small.
Some can barely see me,
But he finds me still,
To chew on me like a toy.
I fear to feel pain
For my heart is not of stone
And bleeds when touched unkindly.
Now I lay, shaking on the floor.
I am left alone,
For a toy is no longer fun
When broken.
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Amy Megsin
My name is Amanda. I am 20 year old Canadian, who tends to see things in a slightly different light than others. My poetry and writing bring out the side of myself which is normally tucked away, due to society's training. Without my writing, I would have no outlet, and therefore, would soon cease to be.
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