Shattered she stands before the mirror
Looking at her wounded soul
Each thread of her veins touching the floor of her past
As she stared barefooted on the thorns of experience.
Pain humbled her heavily endowed figure
As she picked the threads of her veins
There ran her heart in pieces down the drain
She's left in shreds trying to mend her pieces into scars of healing.
@ThemmyWryt
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