You call me a good girl;
Well, if I'm good it's because I'm fragile,
But there's a darkness in my eyes that I'll try to keep from you.
You could build me up
And break me
In the same breath;
You could ruin me.
I'd let you.
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VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoesíaVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
