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ninniography
18/F I like to write short poems, keeping it simple and raw.
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I remember the way I screamed, While you walked free, so redeemed. You left me crawling in the dirt, But I won’t break, I won’t get hurt. You played me like a worthless toy, Just to shatter, just to destroy. Left me bleeding, torn apart, Now taste the wrath you chose to start. You built a throne on my broken bones— Now watch it crumble under your own stones. No more mercy, no more cries, I'll rise while your kingdom dies.
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 10:17 PM UTC
ninniography
Rot in the Ruins
I remember the way I screamed, While you walked free, so redeemed. You left me crawling in the dirt, But I won’t break, I won’t get hurt. You played me like a worthless toy, Just to shatter, just to destroy. Left me bleeding, torn apart, Now taste the wrath you chose to start. You built a throne on my broken bones— Now watch it crumble under your own stones. No more mercy, no more cries, I'll rise while your kingdom dies.
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