It's been long.
As the chill of winter passed
And the frostbites on my heart from winter's solace melted
To bask in summer's warmth
As I feel myself wilting away
I don't like the heat
Why do others?
I hate what the cold does to me.
Yet I always find myself crawling back to the feeling of the icicles stabbing me deep in my chest.
I found peace in such pains.
I don't even know why.
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An Abomination
PoetryReal life diary entities of a crazed bpd teenage girl, going through the tough works of life. Hope my writing can let people know that at they're not alone.
