Type: Blank Verse
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"Spare me," she begged.
These being her last words she spoke before,
She died... While still being, alive.
That incident stabbed her in the heart,
And took her soul.
She couldn't kill herself,
For she was her parents' walking stick,
Nor could she forget what happened,
For those scars never disappeared.
She tried with all her might to move on,
But the wound she bore,
Stuck with her like a shadow.
Her story wasn't a fairytale,
In which she would find her Prince Charming,
To steal the sorrows from her.
She lived with the trauma she went through,
All her life.
She never shared it with anyone,
For no one guessed that behind that cheerful girl,
Could be a shattered one...
It was a secret between her rapist and her.
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Hey people! I know it's been a really long time since I updated, sorry for that..
I'll have my session break soon and I'll be really active on wattpad then :)
Today's quote is:
“Hate is the best reward one can give you for your hardwork.”
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Poetry Says It All
Poetrycover by @AMicahela ----------- You have stumbled upon my collection of poetry. Some may be sad, some may be childish. Some may be rhythmic, some may be in blank verse. Some may be proses too. Overall, hope you like it..:-)
