think of it as a decaying process
of willfully turning myself into something bended ;
bloodshot eyes , skin rotten — snuffed . .
i am disordered
disoriented ,
from traumas scrawled around the book .
mother does not care
or will she , for once , when her daughter
......
4779 digital pages filled
with ramblings
about feelings
thousands of
grammar and
spelling mistakes
a broken heart
consuming itself
......
or love
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In this solitary world,
She walked aimlessly
No one to go home to,
No shoulder to cry on
Blinded by the darkness,
Unable to see the light
It's just her and the moon,
In need of a twilight
There's not one like them in this lonely world
She has seen the sky turning blue,
......
think of it as a decaying process
of willfully turning myself into something bended ;
bloodshot eyes , skin rotten — snuffed . .
i am disordered
disoriented ,
from traumas scrawled around the book .
mother does not care
or will she , for once , when her daughter
......
4779 digital pages filled
with ramblings
about feelings
thousands of
grammar and
spelling mistakes
a broken heart
consuming itself
......
or love
Continue reading
In this solitary world,
She walked aimlessly
No one to go home to,
No shoulder to cry on
Blinded by the darkness,
Unable to see the light
It's just her and the moon,
In need of a twilight
There's not one like them in this lonely world
She has seen the sky turning blue,
......