Her confidence as small as a seed, grows one moment then withers away into the cracks of cement. Her walls were built stronger than stone, and the paths traveling through were narrow than the mines. Her skin wasn't always perfect, her weight wasn't always ideal, but she still had a heart so fragile. Fragile but passive, fragile but numb. She learned to accept who she is, who she was, and who she had become.
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Clandestine Volume 1
PuisiA mix of short stories, and a bundle of poetry written in my hours of insomniac nights. Dark and twisted maybe even inspirational.
