☆ in thirty-six days

this world repaid my kindness in hurt 
it’s gifted me wounds i’ve had to mend 
it rewired me to hold its ache 
it’s okay, they’ll tell me “it made you strong” 
but all i wanted was to be soft without a cost 
so what I can’t erase will be embedded in pages I’ll end up wanting to tear 
anything to ease my mind 
‘cause no one likes a girl gone mad

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