I used to think.
A dangerous game
for a girl with a mind.
That he was the only person
who saw beauty in me.
When I saw it in the art on the walls
I knew that I could paint myself a world without him.
For in a room full of art, I could bother to look at him anymore.
-N.R
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Odds and Ends
PoetrySometimes I feel emotions I can't hold in. The odds and ends of poetry and thoughts for anyone to pick my brain. God knows it's a mess
