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Even I know your painful past didn't mean to eclipse my own.
Call me a sinner while your powered nose remains unscathed.
Little did they know, your pain turned your strength into beauty.
Impose on others, let them feel your pain.
People deserve to know your story.
Save every, ugly part for the ones who listen.
Everyone deserves a chance to shine, just not at the same time.
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
About the Creator
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
quiet about the wounds
loud about the healing


Comments (1)
This was so deep and so true! Loved your poem!