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the chronicles of chanel

it was the best of times
it was the worst of times
is that how you're supposed to start one of these things?
i'm not sure
i can't even write proper poetry
i'm just a girl
- or maybe i'm not
with too many demons in her closet
not skeletons
but demons
if you asked me
i'd tell you i'm writing this
because it's my aesthetic
but i think i'm just trying to find
all the pieces of me
that have gone missing
so i can glue back together
a happy broken little girl
even if she has cracks
at least she'll be smiling
so are you sure you want to read this? are sure you want to go on?
because once we've delved into my essence
and left every part of me bare
and exposed
even i'm not sure what we'll find
but i don't think you'll like it