we're fragile.
let's admit it. were skin
and bones,
we wear
our hearts on our sleeves,
words hurt.
snide remarks,
off handed comment
about our looks
or clothes,
our choice of style
our art.
we're children
deep inside, never truly
growing up.
a casual
comment saying that
we look
tired,
will break our heart.
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