She ripped apart her guts,
Because the poem hit her hard.
There, on the ward,
She mysteriously fell apart,
And that is a new, unfortunatly, start.
Poem “Ripped”
She ripped apart her guts,
Because the poem hit her hard.
There, on the ward,
She mysteriously fell apart,
And that is a new, unfortunatly, start.
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