She left traces of herself everywhere she went and in people she met they all had traces of her but she wasn't in sight never to be thought of again and she is a girl who is complicated and beautiful but you'll either hate her or love her and she kept getting used right up time and time again only to be dried up and the the only ounce of her that was left was the pieces of her that were left in places and people that she met before she got caught in the undertones of the world
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Broken little life poems for the broken
PoetryWriting to hep people who might feel like I do or people that need comfort if you need to talk just message me and I'll listen
