Listen to Those last words

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People wither away while words are branded on your hearts.

I look into the mirror and I see ruins.

Chaos and calmness, that's how we define a woma

I am what healing feels like

Places have memories too. This poem is based on a

You are screaming loud but is anyone listening?

Moments between illusion and reality

People wither away while words are branded on your

Dreams are like magic, a hope you find your lost s