Sad
It’s not the fall that kills you. It’s the sudden stop at the end.
Oh but that’s the irony, broken people are not fragile.
My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time.
Broken girls become warriors– but I never liked fighting.
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
It’s all on you.
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