Love me for who I am.
Broken and all,
each damaged piece fits right back in to place when I fall.
Though fragile as I am,
I've been through a lot.
I'm tougher than you think,
please don't give it a second thought.
Though I may have been tumbled around all my life,
these bruises and scars tell a story of my strife.
I'm alive and i'm breathing,
which is no easy feat.
My heart has grown strong.
Don't underestimate the weak.
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 4:41 AM UTC
Love me for who I am.
Broken and all,
each damaged piece fits right back in to place when I fall.
Though fragile as I am,
I've been through a lot.
I'm tougher than you think,
please don't give it a second thought.
Though I may have been tumbled around all my life,
these bruises and scars tell a story of my strife.
I'm alive and i'm breathing,
which is no easy feat.
My heart has grown strong.
Don't underestimate the weak.
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