What's Left - Poem by Shay Mitchell
raped me of many things.
ripping my eyes open to everything that's reality.
it's all so brutal,
but so beautiful and breath-taking.
for too long,
i saw life the way i wanted to.
this is the end,
the end of the lies i told myself.
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