the sharp, rude rock that you find on a blanket of diamonds,
was flaked off of a mountain of disappointment, shame and failure.
and blown away by breaths of cries
thru sorrow.
washed and crumbled,
landed on a puddle of the finest diamonds,
and she wondered why she deserved this,
because she didnt,
she was just lucky.
23/01/2015
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may.
Poetryi wrote most of this when i was 12 or smth lmao and i continue to embarrass myself lmao
