Poems for Lost Souls
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MatureOngoing31m
Last published Thu, Nov 24, 2022
Warning ⚠️ can be triggering talks of self harm, abuse, eating disorders, bullying⚠️
"There is a beauty in the way she moves,
She never spoke not a word
And when she left
It wouldn't have made a difference
But the people who saw and watched her noticed that difference."
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