At the little things.
I crumble,
Under broken wings.
The fear of life-
rejection, alone.
The joy of life-
Reflection, come home.
Broken and bruised beings,
Need reasons to keep seeing.
Cumbersome quotes and reflective sayings.
Walking, this thin path, remaining.
This yogurt is upsetting my stomach,
Ill tell you what-
I
Love
The
Broken
People,
That
Cannot
Find
Love.
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