Dear Tormentor

Dear tormentor


 

Is this all i will ever become?

She had me whispered

As the moon waltzed through the sky

Your pretty object?


 

i labor through bright and dim

So you won’t tear me limb for limb


 

I wont be your plaything


 

You will never use me

 

-Someone you thought you knew

Inez Folklore

VT

14 years old

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