Eyes seemed to follow my every move.
What was it about me that people found so captivating?
I feel like their stares could see inside my skin.
Maybe I will ask if they can see the illness that lays inside my head.
belle
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The Poems I Wrote In My Leather Journal
PoetryJust a place for me to share the poems I write inside of my leather journals. Let's read together... If you want to share any experience you have dealt with that made you feel less than who you are please message me. You should never have to deal w...
