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The tenuous sense of self is crumbling In a gentle breeze of slight rejection, Whose worth is broken by extreme humbling So breaking true self’s the self’s protection. Breaking down instead of standing strong Means the world must clean up all your pieces. Even when the self feels the self is wrong And the will to hold yourself releases. The human soul is stronger than the hand. The self survives outside a lover’s grip. When you crumble you need to understand Your own love is the greatest partnership. You never considered how much trouble It is to find heartbeats in the rubble.
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Sonnet To The Crumbled Sense Of Self
The tenuous sense of self is crumbling In a gentle breeze of slight rejection, Whose worth is broken by extreme humbling So breaking true self’s the self’s protection. Breaking down instead of standing strong Means the world must clean up all your pieces. Even when the self feels the self is wrong And the will to hold yourself releases. The human soul is stronger than the hand. The self survives outside a lover’s grip. When you crumble you need to understand Your own love is the greatest partnership. You never considered how much trouble It is to find heartbeats in the rubble.
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
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