And with every person I meet I lose a piece of me , till the point where I don't who I'm anymore . It feels like I'm served on a plate for everyone to get a taste , served cold and washed out of spice , plain unsalted because what if it's too much ?
Everyone took a bite , the plate is almost empty , I've vanished , fainted into their memories , nothing but an unfinished meal ,
In a broken plate held by a young soul waiting for acceptance.
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lost between the lips of emotions✨
PoetryI'm bad with beginnings , introductions and endings I'm everything stuck in the middle I'm the part where people cry the most in the movies I'm a twenty years old crisis I'm the middle of a mess with words stuck in her throat tryinna free them in h...
