"She was the girl who wore the colours she felt on her clothes
She was the girl who took the worlds words to her skin and left a unique print
She was the girl who could fall in love with someone in a second, but had the hardest time loving herself
And I see her
In the mirror every morning, looking just as exhausted as the day before
And I feel her pain
When I cry at night, muffling the screams that want to leave my body
Because I am this girl
And she is me."
-r.b
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- Your very own broken girl💜
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
