If only I could kill her

C.N.A

I see her red-raw eyes,

I see her hate-filled heart.

I see her too fat thighs,

I see every broken part.

If only I could kill her,

That broken girl in my mirror.

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Yorelzinala May 31st, 2018 17:52
Being broken is to be perfectly imperfect! Amazing write. Thank you for sharing.
- C.N.AMay 31st, 2018 18:06
  Thank you! I think everyone is a little bit broken, I'm glad you liked it.

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