My fragility is confusing. I'm an image of strength and dedication and power and freedom. I am a girl with ambitions and visions of a better tomorrow. But under all these sugar-coated realities is a girl with a broken smile and tired eyes.
I can guide you to the light. I'd hold your hand. I can speak up for you. I can defend you. Just promise me you'll never go, no matter how tempting it may seem. Don't let go. Because you don't know me. You don't know how I would break down if you do. You don't know how it'll hurt me, as much as it would make you free.
It's pathetic, isn't it? A girl of strength could be easily ruined by someone like you.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
