Are you like me and the other cinder girls
Sweeping the ashes of our souls
In the shimmer of the midnight moon
Trapped in a prison of their own creation
A place the once considered home
Those who brought it warmth with their laughter
Now only bringing it harsh relentless cruelty
Do you hide the shattered coal smeared pieces of your soul
Beneath layers of gold cloth and silver stardust
Do you paint yourself in the image of a queen
While you feel like anything but
Are you like me and the other cinder girls
*i don't like this one but like whatever its fine
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𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔈𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔢𝔰
Poetry𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 just a collection of my terrible poems because yes I'm going to torture you like that :))) also there's a lot of death and ghost im...
