The world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it.
~Rupi Kaur
I sit here determined,
Fighting to bleed,
To rip out my soul bearing crystalball memories.
But the tattooed recycled tree never really films my story,
So, I backtrack to my uncaptured reality.
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Delusions of A Voiceless Creature
PoetryDetailed Poetry that will ripple through your body and impale you with emotions; emotions you were suffocating with the light God has given you.
