I don't believe people when they tell me
I am strong Because I know at any minute My heart could fold like an origami bird and fly away It feels thin and tearable, Wrinkled from the uncountable times when someone took it in hands and crumpled it to nothing My body, a bag of bones and tendons, Could collapse if you breathe close enough It is so hollow, heavy, used Everything is tender, and if my spirit isn't yet broken There's still time Comments are closed.
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