mission 14, series 07

i just wrote a very short untitled poem while pondering on this very gloomy morning.

I am no prize
– a stupid short-tempered girl in an angel’s disguise.

I am a broken soul,
wanting to be more-whole while slowly being torn apart.

But how can I self-mend with such careless hands?

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