Haley Shacklock


Might my soul grow cold,
if my story lay buried- untold.
I have lived through many ends,
and witnessed countless beginnings.
I've experienced love and lust.
Gain and loss.
My heart has been ripped to pieces only to be nurtured again.
And the scars I have gained have each become a friend.
Through my bitter tears and clenched jaws,

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