They say destroy what destroys you.
But what if you're the one that's destroying you?
Taking yourself apart bit by bit; my thighs are too big, stomach to full, my arms are too flabby. No wonder we leave our rooms with cuts on our arms, we're just trying to destroy what is destroying us.
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Sad poems by a sad girl
PoésieThese are all poems and small short stories written by me. The quality gets better towards the end:) ( all images are not mine and I got them off google) ........................................................................ The deep sadness that...
