There's a sensitivity and fragility to me. I hated that about myself. I wish to be like people who take things lightly and love superficially. I am not strong enough to handle storms of criticism, nor am I vigilant enough to know who pours poison into my cup.
When I'm hurt, I don't retaliate; I flee.
There's a sensitivity and fragility to me. It's a trait I would never trade. The ability to love deeply and unconditionally. To see things clearly and put pieces back meticulously. I fill vases with hand-picked flowers and cook warm meals with a smile.
When I'm hurt, I look back at times beautifully.

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