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The fragility of a human self |
| I'm fragile or most of me is My heart is made of glass now cracked my trust compartment is made of stone never breaking never emptying when it should be bone dry by now My mind is volume sensitive Anything above normal and my eyes water It's funny how when things are broken down they don't break evenly some things are stronger than others some heal over time and with help soon you are too afraid to receive and too afraid request |