She was chained with words
Dictating her every step
Grasping to let go
As knives cuts her
And tears and blood stained her white dress
And the stains had represent her forever
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Just The Randomness of an Insomiac |Poetry|
De Todo"The candle It's fire was swaying gracefully As if dancing into a song Hot and burning with passion Yet got swallowed by the darkness hugging it And so she became Nothing" When a simple girl can't fall asleep, she just stares at the sky and let h...
