she treads her timeline,
a lengthy rope
made of woven strings
and in order
to go forwards
she must unravel.
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bits&pieces
Poetrybut darling, there are thousands who would kill to be you, despite your bits and pieces ○○○ And here I am, back at it again with the turning faults and flaws into tragic beauties- or so they say. Please let me know what you think! ~lowercase intend...
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she treads her timeline,
a lengthy rope
made of woven strings
and in order
to go forwards
she must unravel.
