I know it might shock you
I'm not like your past. I'm calloused, broken, and edges covered in cracks.
My hands stronger than you think and my mind always on the brink
My heart cracked and my mind wary from late nights where all I could do was think I'm not you like your past you have to fight to see the true beauty in me.
Thebeauty hidden away waiting for the right song to play
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Almost Oxygen
PoetryThe words I Should have said but never did, The words that Almost used Oxygen This story/Collection of poems is a lot of things, things I'd wish I said, A journey of love if I can even call it that, Heartbreak, learning it's okay to be alone. The jo...
