P.O.V ranges from girl's to narrator's in every poem.
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Home.
A place where tired souls see rest.
A place where agonised souls see solace.
A place where self hating souls
See their best.
While she,
She hated the thought of home.
The thought of going back to a place
Which could be described as hell in her case.
Agonised screams
Terrorising screams
Anguished screams
Screams begging for mercy
She hears them all.
And that one corner she resided on
Became her real home.
~Mal
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Love Yourself, Speak Yourself | A Poetry Compilation✔️
PoetryWho knew all she needed was a broken friendship to realise she needed to love herself. This series of story-based poetry focuses on the life of a girl who is slowly learning about self love. *Completed on 8/5/2020*
