Erasing signs of dull existence,
though what I was I never knew.
I recreate by cold indifference, this descent long over due.
There is one thing on my mind; I wish you could leave me alone.
This severed coil slowly unwinds
The one thing solid left is bone
I have done this all before. I have seen others fail.
More fun I had un sharp glass clad,
then hearing lies that beauty is for the frail.
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Stay Beautiful
PoetryAre you tired of the sad emo girl poems? well look no further! I am not quite Sylvia Plath. I try (pretentiously pretend) to be. I studied english literature and language at A level ( still can't even spell correctly). I love Keats Im just being e...
