Nov 2016

Would you gently caress the tiniest dent?
Would you carefully examine even the most invisible scar?

Would you tell the demons inside of my head to stop being so loud?
Would you make the voices disappear?

Would you hold my hands to stop me from pulling my hair so hard?
Would you then pick up the strands of hair that fell apart?

Would you break through the noise of my cries?
Would you still whisper to my ears softly in spite of my screams?

Would you help me to breathe?
Would you then help me to live?

Would you still love me even when I'm utterly broken, to the point of no turning back?
Detha Prastyphylia
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Detha Prastyphylia  20/F/Surabaya, Indonesia
(20/F/Surabaya, Indonesia)   
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