childish vendetta 
Stained blouse, 
Creme walls.
I want to be beautiful (I want, I want)
To be untouched,
Unsmothered,
Unloved.
I want to be infantilized,
Seen as a child.
I don't want to be sexual.
I want to live.
I want to wear pink ribbons,
And swing at the park.
Giggle with charm,
And bruised knees.
I want to feel the glamour days,
I want to feel.
I want to be a child,
So I don't feel real.
                                      
                                          
                                  
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𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, poetry and prose.
Poetry" I have opened a vacuum of nihilistic thoughts, and I cannot stop it. "
