Her Life as a cascade of poems.
Words wouldn't come out of her mouth,
Yet it dances under the pen she holds.
The ink holds the secret she never spoke,
The cries on the bathroom floor, the sobs under her bedroom wall,
The tears spilled on her pillow...
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Everything I touch turned into to ashes, Like I'm a forbidden fire wanting to be put out The fire none needs and yet to be put out I hummed looking at the sky for it was no use praying to anyone above I'm just another one of the billions of wishes they wouldn't fulfill I'm just another unlovable creature they made
