"Her heart an abandoned lake, lost and bearing. On gray days, it was almost like she's out of touch. Like a child, in a church, so in an awe. She watches on as the days pass, and she's handed huge loads of these so called responsibilities.
She grew watching everyone. Eyes were never on her, she was just a pair of hands clapping."
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A MESS.
Poesíaa book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
