I am my own person,
not a girl from a fairytale.
I can't be molded and shaped,
I'm not a "perfect" piece for sale.
I'm battered and broken,
from being crushed too many times.
Although my record is not clean,
I have committed many crimes.
I have broken hearts and made one too many tears fall.
I've crushed so many hopes and dreams,
and the ones left alive; so weak they barely crawl.
Coffee Stains & Crumpled Paper -- A Writers Guild
A haven for writers of all kinds.
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