xxxii. poetry

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ok, i lied
i'm not ok
but neither are you

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hearing your voice break as you spill the truth of your hurting soul
was enough to bring me to tears and whisper my own
my soul screams and my heart breaks
again and again
over and over
every single time yours do
i cry out in pain
for you

(i've never met a woman as strong as you, but even the strongest of us break. i wasn't ready for you to.)

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