She is an artist,
Of red lines that cover her waist.
She is a singer,
Of brutal screams and cries that are never heard.
She is a doctor,
Of fixing every broken heart she sees.
Yet she is a victim,
Of pain and constant internal longing.
But she is a fighter,
And you'll never know she's any different to the little 4 year old you first met her as.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC
She is an artist,
Of red lines that cover her waist.
She is a singer,
Of brutal screams and cries that are never heard.
She is a doctor,
Of fixing every broken heart she sees.
Yet she is a victim,
Of pain and constant internal longing.
But she is a fighter,
And you'll never know she's any different to the little 4 year old you first met her as.
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