I am not the well, but only the piece of ore lost within./

by Violet

one day, one day I’ll meet someone who’d look deep into my eyes and see beneath my facade. see me for the shattered pieces I actually am.

see that I’ve already lost too many parts of who I am along my way; help me retrace my steps; take my ashes and bury what’s left of me within them.

I don’t want to be, anymore.
heaven knows how fed up and tired I am..

from the shadow that has always been bigger than the seems.

from the girl they all speak of, but I don’t see.

from me.

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