Every thing she touches explodes
whilst her heart implodes into nothingness,
a girl once bright turned dark,
a girl who lost her fight,
a girl who lost sight of the important things
and became cold like all the rest.
She no longer shines,
no diamond in the rough,
her inner beauty now locked up
with a forgotten key,
her character now lost in the fragment sea,
now she doesn't stand out— she is just like them.
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Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
