I'm drop dead gorgeous
I wear my scars like jewelry
I look to the mirror every morning and say:
«such a rare piece of jewelry, sometimes I hate you, sometimes I love you. The funny thing is you define me, either way I can't live without you.»
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winter
PoetryA poetry collection that Witnesses the expansion of a human heart through seasons, through years. cheesy love, painful love, kind love, politics blended into poetry, mental abuse that cannot be romanticized, literature, movies and music, religion an...
