an empty shell of void she was,
dull numbness- a blank canvas;
she broke and painted a symphony of quiet screams,
of all the pain and agony
she had breathed in.
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Poetry❝garland crown perched on her head, golden freckles adorned her olive skin, iron heart beat inside her being, stardust soul, she pampered within.❞ [hr → #23 in shortpoems]
