No one wants damaged goods
Fractured beings
Used tools
We want and desire the new and sparkling products
I'm cracked and weathered.
My memory faded
My edges rigged
I'm panicked and unsettled
Electrocuted with trauma
Poisoned by insecurities
I've become blinded, clouded by imperfections
I've lost sight of it all,
But no one wants damaged goods
Fractured beings
Used tools
And yet that's the only image I've weaved for myself too.
-s
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The ashes of my remains [Poetry]
PoetryMy third collection of self-written poems, expressing my thoughts and feelings. ☆☆☆ Started: 18/12/2023 Concluded:
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