wired

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don't give pieces of yourself away
you'll strip yourself of dignity
they told her,
forced to listen
a little too obediently

her soul cast in stone as she grew
unable to peel layers of herself
impossible to fall apart

whoever tried knows
her soul was sacred
barred from tantalising eyes

love died within her
she had nothing to give
a hollow box of machinery
programmed to work
and she never really lived

flowers on my skin  [ poetry ]जहाँ कहानियाँ रहती हैं। अभी खोजें