This is not a poem....
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She wore her scars like her cloth Because her enemies let her rot In the deepest and darkest cave of her mindset which Made her insecure about her body, and herself. She felt like she was drowning. Something in her mind asked her for a distraction. Something her mind asked led to self-harm. her enemies let her drown herself in her thoughts, wanting her to feel it all. Never let her take a break which made her continuously think. And she broke. She broke to that extinct where she couldn't fix herself. She cried until there were no more tears left. Her enemies, I mean, Not a person, but her hallucinations. Her thoughts and her loneliness
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Blue and grey
PoetryJust some random poetry... A little pessimistic And I'm still 14, and all these are either made by me or my best friends If there is any sort of grammar mistake, Please do forgive All rights reserved