I carry my storm with me everywhere I go,
Like a raincloud dawned upon my head.
No-one can save us now.
No superhero's,
No role models to look up to,
Just people that I admire,
And sitautionships I don't want to replicate.
Healing looks a lot like pretending nothing hurts.
Like everything I have went through was for anything but something.
My storm clouds drain me of every nice bone in my body.
Trust me there were not many to begin with.
I wear my pain like a crown.
Roses and thorns adorn my skull.
As if all of it,
The pain and the sorrow
It has to be worth something one day.
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
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Chloe Unfiltered
28 years old~ Creative Soul
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