"Eyes,
So cold,
With a hint of black.
A soul,
So dark,
With an evil attack.
Blood,
Starts boiling,
Hands,
Start to shake.
Why can't you see,
That I was born as a mistake?"
~a.r.
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
