an exhausted one;
she was sick and tired of being
sick and tired
but she wouldn't be minimized by
the unfortunate ripples in life
drowning into her misery— she swam;
she grew when she felt shrunken like a bug
she spoke when she felt silenced
and she loved,
even when she felt undesirable
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sour hearts catered by hopeful souls | editing!
Poezieshe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |
