You changed the words to the song in my heart,
so carefully orchestrated from the start.
Spinning a web with words you never felt,
another notch in your belt.
Go ahead, take it.
You're the one who made it stone.
Go ahead, break it.
You're the one who'll be alone.
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The Eldest Daughter ✔️
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote ages 13 to 31 that show how I grapple with neurodivergence, gender roles, and the conservative fundamentalist environment I was raised in. This is the most vulnerable work I have released to date, letting you into intim...
