a gift
You ripped me open like I was a gift presented to you at Christmas. You ripped into my skin, tearing my flesh apart from my bones. Once you were through with me, you threw me away not thinking about my emotions. I was just another object you wanted and got bored of.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
