it was as if it was reaching out to me
those colors on that dark wall
floating in the air
pulling all i am in
mutating and fragmenting
creating a new
taking all of me and recreating the new
that blank face, staring at me
observing my every being
raping my very since of self
smothering all the hope there is for the past.
becoming me in front of me
then bursting into its set flames
Annihilation
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Nymphet
PoetryThe tragic story of an innocent girl losing all that made her innocent. 。includes vents +poems ,, mentions of grooming, gaslighting, manipulation, heartbreak, mentions of sh/ed n more *this is based from things that happened to me,, its not somethin...
