Raise a head
Look to the mirror
Bare naked
Oh the self worth is very dismal
It's never fair
Isn't ever
Small like a shell from a tiny snail
As useful as clothing for dead animals
Or pointless stacks of paper that would've saved a tree instead of an intention to save a soul
Don't forget the few words written or the feeling of the broken heart
In the end
the lungs still rise and fall
Maybe even bigger than before
In fact so much bigger that the heart painfully rests on the bones of the rib cage
Out & Vulnerable
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