People like us are broken, shattered, cracked.
They say everything they can to break us, shatter us, kill us.
But only we know there is no point in that...
We were always dead.
We were killed.
We are insane.
And that is how we like it.
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Perspective│Poetry¹ (Completed)
PoetryShe had raging battles in her mind, in the midst of choosing between dark and light. These are the fragments of the spoils of war, this is the reality she must face, and this is her perspective, of this unfair, unjust, painful world. ---- ❝Her inno...
