You say,
You can make the pain,
The sorrow and
The trauma go away.
Just be a single pinch
Of a needle.
But no,
It is the loss,
The horror
And the humiliation
That defines me, made me who I am.
You say, you can make me 'perfect'.
Darling, I am not to be tamed.
- and she was
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Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
