A girl..
With a soul;so tattered and torn.
So weak and wicked.
So imperfect and impure.
So unwanted and unforgivable.
So distant and distrain.
So ugly and useless.
So....different.
A soul that's never knowing.
Always changing.
Never asking for much.
Always wanting.
So lonely.
Never accepting the truth.
So oblivious.
Always wondering.
Always asking why.
This girl...
Is me.
This soul...
Is mine.
And sadly no ones to take.
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My Life, My Thoughts
PoesíaJust a bunch of songs and poems I've written. Do not steal them. They were all written by me.
