She never felt as if she was good enough.
She never thought anyone loved her.
She thought she was alone.
Alone in a world of people who thought that she was happy.
But when really, on the inside, she was broken.
So broken she couldn't find all of the broken pieces.
She felt lost,lonely,and empty.
For she was a monster.
-s.s.
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Book of poety
PoetryHey guys! So I deleted my previous story, I wasn't feeling up to it, but I am making this book of original poetry. Yes, all of this poetry is mine. I hope you enjoy! And I'll try not to make you cry too much.
