i was tortured
without having a hand
layed upon me
i was broken
without the tools to
shatter me
i was killed
without being
physically injured
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the root of compassion
Poetryoften, the bird who sings the loveliest song is the one who has never felt lovely *** a book featuring poetry about my stuggles and the feelings i can not fathom into understandble words
