my heart bore the pain
all your efforts went in vain
because I was a lost shell
who had already been through hell
you thought I'd beg and cry
that I would wish to die
but I'm a strong girl
who isn't afraid of the world
because I've seen all horrors
and now I don't even bother
to hide the fact that I'm sad
and am as good as dead
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Tattletale || Poetry
PoetryTattletale// a person, especially a child, who reveals secrets or informs on others should I speak or should I not a million words inside my head yet I cannot voice them out promise me you'll listen and then I'll tell you everything started 01/08...
