lingering shame shackles unfairly
inside a forest of
the echoes of her past
forget me not's
sealed with oath I cannot leave
nor die alone
i think I'm cursed with the chords you
sang me as i fall asleep
barely yours and merely ill
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Dazed Off
PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
