When I told her
about what was happening
she said i was a liar
and a dirty dirty girl,
that i should never speak of
it again and it was my fault.
My fault.
My fault.
My fault.
My fault.
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destruction
PoetryShe set out to destroy herself, piece by piece she fall apart until the remains were too scattered and maybe she should've stopped from lighting herself on fire but why would she, when she had a lighter and the world around her was a tank filled wit...
