my body is a graveyard for the girl i used to be.
the only thing left is the shell of the woman i wanted to become.
there is nothing to discover, nothing to find.
my body is not a temple, my body is a graveyard.
and it took me too long to realize,
the butterflies i used to feel,
are really maggots eating away my soul.
-i cannot be lost if i never was
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The Diary of Me
PoetryI have marked this story as "completed" but I don't know if it will ever actual be complete. This is my journal, my secrets, my thoughts. This is The Diary of Me.
