x my surrender x
These bruises
and scrapped knees
are
x my surrender x
The white flag
waving high above my head.
No more fighting
No more caring...
Just a tragic resesitation
of a heart
that's long stopped beating.
*kiss* these tear stained cheeks,
rub warmth
back into these hands,
Give me life.
Help me [ become ]
the one you've always dreamt of
Every aspect of the
PERFECTION
you deserve.
By: Kaytie Mansel
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