Too Much, Never EnoughA Poem by Ariel B.
This is for every girl I know
who sees the future reflected in her own spilled blood: your prophet is false, dear one, sweet victim - that oracle lied when she implied that hurting could ever be enough. © 2011 Ariel B.Reviews
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