I've been hurt too many times
Like the cracks in the ice,
I still see hope in being whole
But what is healing anyway?
When anger was busting windows of my heart I had to sit with it as it tears down every genuine love and affection i had.
I wasn't ready to be hurt again
I wasn't ready to feel shattered
So i ran.
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Fragile
Poetry"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems
