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I am so ugly
And uglier do I get
When my eyes meet my vain reflection
I wish it shattered to the ground
The glass that flowed down
Spilled and Scattered
Of the many that pierced
And wounded my skin
None could compare to the wound in my heart
How beautiful I was when a child
Could one predict that it would end like this
That even a piece of glass could not forgive
I begged and plead that it wasn't my fault
Is there much difference between fire and water
The fire burned my skin
But the water burned my soul
-milo
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Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of all my poems. There are various categories so I think there is at least one for all to enjoy. I hope you like it.
