Poems from mangocaulfield

Shattered glass. I want to be shattered. Shattered glass is so Delicate and beautiful.   You see, I've always wanted To be small. But not...
I need to be alive right now. Alive, like fireworks of last Night, I am the smoke after The fireworks, teenage years.   See, children are...
One day, I'll be different. I won't speak like I do now. I'll be a better person, I guess, but I'm sick of changing,   Deranging something...
I'm so sorry. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me.   I just wanted  To hide, I find a new reason every day.   I'm scared of Growing up, So I...
There are feathers here. Light, beautiful, no one can Trust them, they can betray You, but they're beautiful.   There is cold here. Excuses...

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