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VIOLET REDUX!


Okay so I come to you guys today to express myself, I write a lot, some certain people are very much aware of this but this is kind of big cause this is one of the biggest audiences i'm sharing my work to, so of course  be gentle and don’t eat me up if it sucks.



She stares at the ocean, scanning the waves,
Memories will forever leave her unfazed,
The laughter as she fell to her knees,


Drowned in the midsummer breeze,
They had watched her as she begged for acceptance
Pleading and crying but they didn’t even give her a chance
The torment had repeatedly bruised her soul
But as they mocked, causing more was there only goal

Words were like broken bottles
Words were like chains and shackles
Words were all she ever heard
Words were all she ever feared

Tears were her water,
She drank as much as she could gather
Pain had become a normality
Makes you think she had a fatality

At the edge of the rock she stands
Turning back and giving the world one last glance

“I wonder if they’ll miss me” She said
“Will they even know I’m gone?”
“I guess what they said is true”
“Love will only kill you”

She stares at the ocean, scanning the waves,
Drained of spirit and drained of grace
“Deep breath” she said, one last peek
She opened and closed her eyes, smiled and leaped.

OK…. So that’s just a little something, this was the first poem I wrote when I was 13, so I hope you guys like it. And uh, don’t be too hard. I had to change some things, I sort of have grown so… maybe the lines are a little more defined than what I did. I will write more soon, I promise.

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