g570145294, 14 марта 2018 г., 11:15
All alone with our heartbreaks Clinging onto our chests, In a desperate attempt to hold together Torn bits of what is left. With centers so deeply open All of us risks to fall outside, So we put our hero on—catch ourselves And all parts of us, back inside. Stitches running across our chests It is a beautiful sight, To know someone loved so much They've died a little and yet still try, To stay alive.


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