To you, my lovely weirdos who read, glimpsed, or even looked at my book. thank you all.
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Small little objects.
I take more and more as they dissolve,
And work their way down my throat.
Small little objects.
I imagine them as bad memories,
Until I can't stop.
The time I got dumped.
The time he cheated on me.
The time I was bullied for it.
One by one creep their way into my bloodstream.
Small little objects.
Does it matter?
After all it's only just a pill.
What could it do?
Damage.
Small little objects.
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Hey guys! I just wanted to thank you for reading and if you have any thoughts, opinions (as long as it's not hate messages), feedback or suggestions be sure to write it down.
Hope you guys enjoyed and there's more to come! -Belle :D
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My Cruel Reality
Poetry"We will keep you safe," the doctor tells me. I smile. They can never keep you safe from yourself. *Just a collection of random poems I made. ;D WARNING: May contain horrific details.*
