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She bleeds in silence
Her thoughts constantly screeching in her head
She's in pain
Is it just another life's test
Or she refuses to heal her wounds?
Pieces are what makes you whole
I'm not broken
This is who I am now
I'm my own perfect
But he sees me as a broken toy
But still in love with the shattered fragments.
Brittle lady
At times we wonder why we aren't heard,
When we sing in silence...
Lines don't make poetry but the depth in those words.
She's silenced, in a shell of her former self
She's told to remain silent that her words are too sharp,
What if they can groom life itself...
Poetry is a writer's truth seen and expressed with passion.
I find beauty in dark places
Love in mysterious ways
Comfort in unbelievable happenings
I'm not weird
I just pay attention to things others neglect.
Life isn't worth living if it's viewed in one perspective
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