The Pulp Between Psalms

Discarded piece of nothing Deep between the binding  Once pure and white Now written and scared  Holding my detrimental voices and there thoughts on the page  Words emphasizing my imperfection My inadequate and limited self.  Destructive words amid the life giving Dwelling in wholeness only to find self doubt 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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