She has too much heart
She loves too hard
She is different from everyone else
She doesn't have many friends
She feels alone
She...Well, what about Her?
Her, she's her alternate being
Her being is perverse
Her heart bleeds too
Her mind crushes her
Her soul is too dark
Her soul is too light
Her soul can break
She holds it together
She crumbles inside.
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Purpose: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poems, vastly varying from different perspectives and putting down into words what goes on in my mind as I try to let love and let go.
