Once upon a time
a girl was born
and the stars wished her
a silver-platter life
yet a splatter of issues
that cannot be described
so she wondered
how she could ever survive
but she put the moon in her hair
and the flames in her room
and knew exactly
what she needed to do.
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...
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