In the beginning you held me like a delicate flower but as time passed you thought it was okay to remove pieces of what made me the woman I am
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A book about you
PoetryYou know how sometimes you have too much on your mind and you just want to get it out? Well writing is my way of doing that so read on and find out what goes through my head...
Slow Death
In the beginning you held me like a delicate flower but as time passed you thought it was okay to remove pieces of what made me the woman I am
