i constantly grapple with the notion
that i want to be so small
my bones seem to be their own showcase
but at the same time
i know my heart can't handle that
and that
i can only shrink so much
before the foundation begins to crumble with me
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i guess this is writing???
الشعرshitty writing V2 (the less sad -hopefully- continuation of sorta poetry)
