I own these things
I own these things;
these things I bore,
yet left me for dead
I own these things.
No ones name but mine engraved.
No one to blame, but me to blame.
Everlasting, unforgiven, unchanging.
Call 'em ugly, Beat 'em up.
Call 'em hideous, Throw em in the trash.
Yet they'll always keep coming back
because I own these things.
When will I be ready to accept that?
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K. ADIDA
18, Lesbian, an aspiring writer, still need lots of polishing up, practice, work and inspiration! Love feedback.
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