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Bruised,torn apart, broken beyond repair....
Tears fresh as ever
Scars to prove....
That I'm unworthy
Taunts playing in my head.
A constant reminder of my past.
Nightmares haunting me....
Those thoughts never leave my head
'Cause I'm "Lola" the lady of sorrows.
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A Garden Of Grief Watered With Tears
PoetryA compilation of poems about humiliation, sorrow, betrayal,nightmares, and lies
