The ocean isn't as big as the endlessly flowing of tears, I have painfully shredded out of this hollow shell people call a body. thy creature laughs they say there is a soul. well, they are freaking wrong it's not mine, my soul is not home. for mine has been broken and been dead burned to ashes the minute I was born in this wretched world
The End
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The Stories Inside Her
PoetryDear readers, As you read this book, you will face some very hard topics. So reader discretion is advised. I wrote this book out of darkness and light. Though do heed my warning the balance is uneven. I'd advise you read each chapter with short brak...
