I've always wanted to be someone's art. Someone's muse. I wanted to be someone's manifestation of all the beautiful things in life. But it's impossible to make art on a torn canvas. It's impossible to capture a moment in time with a cracked lens. And just like the cracked lens and the torn canvas, there is no fixing me. I just get tossed and replaced. Forever cursed to watch the one I love be in love with someone else.
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Poetrybehind the hundreds of faces we see daily, there are millions of stories. i'm here to tell mine. this isn't a real book or a diary, but a personal collection of works i've created. this collection can get sad. this collection can get dark. i'm no po...
