"If you looked into her eyes, you could see hell reflected in them.
Not because she was bad, but because she had been terribly miserable during her existence here, on the planet, in this obscene thing called reality.
She has been so accustomed to the horrors of life that when she looks in the mirror, she only sees a summary of her pain.
If one only knew.
It was difficult to deal with a woman so broken inside. Impossible to give her a rose when she is used to receiving thorns."
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Poetry For The Soul
PoetryHi! Welcome. This will be a book of poetry, nothing professional, just some poems I wrote as a teenager as a way to express my emotions because there wasn't anyone to listen to, only the pages of my many notebooks lol I wished to share my work and h...
