Tattered and torn
Years of neglect and disuse
Tenderly stitching
Frayed edges still sore
Unbecoming muse
Seen sometimes
But not like before
Aching and insecure
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Who I Am
PoetryCollection of poems that speak to the human experience. Love, heartache, bullying, writing, find the record of the event here! Embrace what you know, leave preconceived notions at the door and unwind with Who I Am.
