

Agony of My SoulAgony of My SoulAgony of My Soul
My heart burtally torn out by a beast. He sits satisfied, by eating such a feast. How much more torment must I endure? Will I ever find this long forsaken cure?
I sit in a corner very shaken, petrified. My cheecks stained from when I cried. The more I wonder, what I did wrong. It gets harder to pretend to be strong.
Thank you so much!
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I fell in love with food. Is that such a sin?
nice poem
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Im as changing as the winds, flowing like the water, growing like the trees, wise as an ancient rock, powerful like lightning, and as passionate as fire, all put into one little girl.Im an enigma wrapped in a puzzle, shrouded in mystery lost in a labrynth
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