A fragile heart is stuck in one place she seems to be just a stain on the page, she is no more special than you or me but she needs a loving home all the same her heart starts to beat its last but nobody has the mind to help she sits there alone and still, her a stain on the page spreads, her lonely life hang by a thread. her blood is smeared on the wall of fate, and all her life she knows she was loved by nobody but herself.
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"a stain on the page"
Poetrya poem i wrote tht came straight from my heart when things werent going so well for me in 7th grade.
