"The push of ache on her heart is heavy, cumbrous. Carrying it baffles her, yet she forgets its massiveness and ramble with it. She loves sunsets, reflection of the umber sky in her eyes make them heavenly, they are vast and deep, having the power to drown anyone. She speaks words of love, devotion, passion.
This strong girl is hit by life so badly, she has walked barren deserts, haunting paths of excrutiation. But you will never know her grief because she is just like the moon, scarred but comforting, stunning, so full of light and ohh so aesthetic!
This girl is me...this girl is you...this girl is us!"
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To all the beautiful girls :) ♡
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
