I am..

I am mysertious.

A girl with multiple tales to tell,

and nobody to listen to them.

Someone who created walls

from the evil outside.

To promise,

to protect,

to cherish,

what little she has left

of a peroson that use to be her 

Now I stand strong and void 

of feelings.

 

Who am I?

A girl that is known as

mysterious and still

trying to make something

of what's left of her too.

This poem is about: 
Me

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