Does my existence disturb you? Do you have the urge to break me? DO I LOOK TOO WHOLE TO YOU. Do I make you angry when I walk with my head up? Do you wish to yank it down and break my neck in the process? Do you wonder why I'm unbreakable? Because I AM BROKEN. And if you break something enough it reaches the point of no more breaking. Like an atom. I AM AN ATOM. Broken till unbreakable I become the starting point. Trust me. You have done your job. I am doing mine. You do the breaking and I do the building. Thank you. You have crushed me down to the purest point.
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Oceans
Poetry"Dear Water, Wash away the blood. Dear Salt, Heal the wounds. Please" ~A plea for the Ocean
