Poison Puddles
The Result of Living as a Person with Empathy in a Poisoned World
By Lizzy RosePublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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I dig my grave to stay alive,
while they cut out my heart with million dollar knives.
I'd rather dance in the rain
but I'm surrounded by puddles again,
deciding whether to swim or dive.
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Lizzy Rose
Hello! I'm Lizzy, a poet and fiction/fantasy writer. I've been creating fiction since I was a child, making up and acting out stories. I started writing my stories when I was 9, and poetry when I was 11!
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