Crying never solved her problems
Painting never cured the pain
Even though everything was fine
The monsters came back again and again
She blacked out
She freaked out
She cried, yelled, and screamed
But when she was fine,
A voice whispered:
"I'm invisible,
I'm broken,
Nobody sees me
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Lost in A Puxxle
PoetryThis is the collection of poems that everyone has been waiting for.
