She got torn apart,
To pieces so small.
They were stolen by the wind,
She didn't get them back.
The pieces were so tiny,
She found couldn't see them,
The girl, she became...
Nonexistent.
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The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.
