My soul is at rest for now.
I'm healing from the mess you left in my mind.
I'm forced to pick up every piece of myself that you threw on the ground.
How dare you break me down so violently that my skin cringes in fear of you.
It's like you were my drug.
I'm withdrawing.
But I will survive.
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I Have More Than A Perfect Figure
Poetry"Strength, love, suffering and healing. The gritty surface of reality written down on every page. This is a heartfelt message to everyone who can relate to the tragedy of life experiences, trauma and relationships."
