She's the type of girl to watch the world burn and paint the flames crimson with her own DNA. Pain was just in her cells, festering for what was probably years of late nights and silent screaming. And yet throughout it all, no comment, she never gave an opinion, seldom wanted more than what she sometimes needed even though half her surroundings knew she wasn't okay, heard her say it, they sealed their thoughts away and believed the smiles she gave weren't fickle. Scratch the half because so many people saw her and no one really wanted to see it, so they locked it away like some disastrous birthday party that they never wanted to remember.
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sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
