I think I might be losing grip
of all the things I used to know
Every challenge wiped my brain
Cause pain no longer holds the throne
I learned that I wasn't ready to move on
'cause all there is, is familiar things
And my only option was to mend,
even if my numbness turns me into rock.
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Fragile
Poetry"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems
