My life is short. I can feel the end of my life line tugging on the string in my heart.
I don't know what will be the end of me.
But I hope it comes soon, and I'm born into a whole new person.
I want to tell her to be careful with my heart, because it's been forgotten so many times.
Be careful with my body, it's been neglected and abused.
Be careful with me. I am unloved by everyone... But most of all myself.
I hope this new life will learn to love me.
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'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran
