“I look at my bones sometimes
and scan them thoroughly, only to feel hopeless.
Because I know that they will go back to the ground
without even a small piece of gravestone above.
She lived a life full of failures,
and will die a failure.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
