i am still waiting for the day
when my sorry will stop sounding like
the whoosh of air before her sharp slap
the choked cry of my siblings
the shattering of glass
and my pleas for mercy.
i am tired of being a victim
but it's all i've ever known.
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Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
