All those little things
you say
are like little seeds
they grow inside of me
they sustain me
then they start getting too big
like my thoughts
and it starts damaging me,
slowly, over time
and suddenly branches
have made their way through
my fragile skin
and I am broken
on the inside,
and the outside.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
All those little things
you say
are like little seeds
they grow inside of me
they sustain me
then they start getting too big
like my thoughts
and it starts damaging me,
slowly, over time
and suddenly branches
have made their way through
my fragile skin
and I am broken
on the inside,
and the outside.
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