I am the girl
with sweet brunette
braids and pastel
skirt.
But I am no
porcelain
For I am purely
made out of
tungsten.
So break my every bone
skin me alive
But I will not
melt for you
not ever again.
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A/N: here's just one of those poems I revived, sorry I still can't get my heart to pour out new ones, everything still feels unreal. Maybe someday, I'd get myself to right numerous poems like the ones before, the ones that are made on the spot. I don't know, someday.
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The Other Side Of Me
PoetryI've experienced depression, ecstasy, hatred, and being broken. So, I vent my feelings via poetry. Disclaimer: THE COVER IS NOT MINE. I JUST EDITED IT. CREDITS TO THE ARTIST. :) Date Started: 04/05/14 CLARIFICATION: Yes, I am VanishedFromReality. I...
