my dear child
there is nothing wrong with you
the words you speak
or,
the soft touch of your hand
you give even when you are way past empty
you love others when you can't give love to yourself
you my dear
are a terribly pure love
in a terribly cruel world
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WAVES & ECHOS
PoetryA BOOK OF POETRY WRITTEN FOR THE BROKEN HIGHEST RAKING: #3 IN ATTYS