Pieces of Me
- LETTURE 599
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- Parti 7
Per adultiCompleta mar, mar 23, 202122m
This isn't mended or tailored,
to fit into the social norm.
it's something, that I've been through,
& never wish anyone, to be, in any form.
Torn, ripped & discarded, like
my existence, never meant anything.
I'm a human, alive & breathing,
not just flesh to allure or just a piece of clothing.
Anxious, depressed and afraid,
with my body, mind and soul.
These memories haunt me,
to cause my own catastrophe...
I am, my own ghoul!
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These are a series of events, potrayed in form of poetry♥️
Something, everyone has dealt with at some point of their life. And if you like poetry, you should definately give it a try✨
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[Trigger Warning]
(sensitive content : can be emotionally disturbing)
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