"sidewalks"
she began to believe every word that she was told,
whether it be right or wrong,
even when she knew what she was being told was incorrect,
she manipulated her thinking into believing she was the one who was wrong,
i guess you could say she was like a sidewalk-
she let everyone walk over her.
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Sadness Hotel | Uncompleted
PoetryEnjoy your stay! note: not all these entries are about myself, some are written in the perspective of someone else.
