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Jan 24
I’m made of rubber
Worn thin over time                        
Used over and over                                            
again.                                                                              
          
My heart is elastic,                                                                                    
It snaps back into                                                                      
Place, but it breaks                                                
When your blade gets                
Too sharp.

I feel like a balloon,
Floating some days                                                      
Then punctured on            
others.                                              

Mend me,                                                              
Breathe me                                
Back to life…
©Skye
Skye
Written by
Skye  F/Empyrean
(F/Empyrean)   
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