She's ugly.
She's nothing but a mistake.
The curse of the twins,
For she is the smallest.
Her body is imperfect,
And so is her mind.
She is to be devoured by the other twin,
Giving what little strength she has.
But she lived,
By the compassion of her dear sister.
For she is now the lonely, depressed girl.
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Poetry for the Pained
PoetryThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
