On the wings of a devil I flew
Not knowing, not understanding
That I was flying into Hell.
Innocent, young, naive,
My whole life before me.
Shattered, scared...
What, why, how?
Am I to blame?
Not good enough, not enough, not anything
But a shell.
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Author:
Buckeyegirl (
Offline) - Published: December 8th, 2022 17:39
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Comments1
so relatable
may i recommend the song 'break the shell'
by india arie
I feel the lyrics resonate with your write
Thank you!
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