☆ 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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