She was just a shell full of darkness,
Looking for a purpose why she was born.
Even from afar, you can smell her sadness.
Who can help her? She's badly torn.
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The Guide to Being Philophobic
PoetryHe was the one who came and saved me He was my everything He was my heart my life my air But where is he now? "Honorable Mention Poetry" ~ The Sunrise Awards Summer 2019 "3rd Place Poetry" ~ Melodramatic Awards 2019 "Runner-up Poetry" ~ The Aesthe...
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She was just a shell full of darkness,
Looking for a purpose why she was born.
Even from afar, you can smell her sadness.
Who can help her? She's badly torn.