I share a room
So I shake and silently cry
All my fears away
Till there is nothing left
To this day
I still have all my scars
Even with the lies
Of smiles and 'I'm fine's'
-Antoinette Hird-
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Pens And Pencils
PoesíaThe poems in which I am too scared to tell. All these poems are original.
