UnavailableA Poem by ZaharaThis is an unedited poem...You call me princess. You say my face is priceless. You put me on a pedestal. You create a grand spectacle. But I am sceptical. You think I'm bendable. You look at me as if I'm edible. No! This is unbearable. I am unbreakable. I may be changeable, flexible but I am not playable. I am untameable. Believe me when I say I am no longer attainable. You are erasable. It may have been enjoyable but I am no longer available. I am sorry the number you have dialled is currently unavailable...
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StatsAuthorZaharaLondon, United KingdomAboutI am a very curious teenager who loves all forms of art and finds immense inspiration, peace and joy in writing especially. My dream is to touch millions of people through the power of writing and the.. more..Writing
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