Just as a child, fear was drilled inside.
None right to think or decide.
Had expectations high.
Just a sponge on the side to absorb all their sighs.
Though she was loved, but never important enough to let her mental peace reside.
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Pieces of my soul
שיריםSoothe the demons in my head, hold me till my death. (I'll hate you and report you if you steal the poems I wrote with my fried brain) Highest-ranking #1 in self-absorbed #1 in unsaidfeelings #1 in poem collection #2 in poem collection #4 in late...
Prisoner
Just as a child, fear was drilled inside.
None right to think or decide.
Had expectations high.
Just a sponge on the side to absorb all their sighs.
Though she was loved, but never important enough to let her mental peace reside.