By: p.a. LEX
The austere grandeur that she witnessed destroyed her.
The glacial hearts that she received pained her.
The despondent thought she conjured haunted her.
The melancholic life that she suffered killed her.
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Pages of Despondence
PoetryA batch of poetries and short stories for the broken. You may portray it in any way you want. Most of my works are for the abused, scorned and rejected.
