Fragile...

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I came with a soul
as bare as with
what i depart,
Contaminated now
which was meant to be
my pure heart.

No wisdom, no riches,
no luxuries...
I bring or take from here.
Yet overstepping my yearn,
I gathered and brimmed,
with more and more,
year after year.

Breathing my teens,
i now know
There is none for keeps
or for letting go.
In truth my life
is the most fragile,
and I wasted securing
my frail fucking ego...

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