bellawritter23

She came from a land, a land where no one and nothing could conquer who she claimed herself to be. Her words, they bled and continue to bleed from her mental state. Her mind wandered off in the shape and size of a vagabond onto a plane where no one was capable of grabbing hold of. She had a hole that seated itself quietly on her chest. A  hope was smeared of a maybe and a one day of it being returned, Cruel intent was casted upon her crying soul. A pocket was slopely carved in the shape of what we know to be the the rythm of our breath . The depression was a representation of what was felt when raped of the only sensation and feeling that reflected her genuine devotion and adoration for what she  maintained as personal right. A castle in the air was built to house the craving of one day haveing what she proclaimed in the name of love.

I write to EXPRESS not to Impress!!

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