Her eyes sparkle the story of the haunted ghost of her past,Her skin reflects the damage engraved on her body,
Her trickling blood resembles her lost loved ones,
Her darkness revolves around the black void in the pit of her stomach,
Her mangled heart belongs to another who will never hear it beat.
Her story remains lost within thousands of others just like hers.
What makes her stand out?
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My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)
PoesíaIn a world of political madness and anxiety at school, this is MY voice My way of getting my opinion heard. #7 in darkpoetry 3/2/20 #2 in wattpadpoetry2020 2/2/20