She stood in front of a dusty mirror.
And peeled the fragility out of her skin.
Until she became a monument, too strong to be knocked over.
(This is the final piece in this book, I'll be starting another one soon. I'll keep you guys posted on it💓 thank you to everyone who voted and commented on this book, it has meant the world to me 💞)
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Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
