The real her loves to sing but she let them take that passion away from her.
The real her is beautiful but they won't let her see her true beauty behind the distortion they make her see every time she looks in the mirror.
The real her is strong but, they're breaking her just to watch her fall apart.
The real her is a fighter but, they're draining her week after week, month after month,. Like the destroying her is their life support. They will die if they don't kill her first.
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A Book Of My Deepest Thoughts And Secrets.
PoetryThis a book of my poems. They are mostly depressing. Read at your own risk. And please dont steal please. I hope you guys enjoy.
