ShellA Poem by Natasha Montgomery
I fear
if I let go, you'll let go too. I fear if you let go, I can't catch myself. I fear if I can't catch myself, I'll break. I fear the more I let myself break, the less I'll have of myself to give. Fragile. Hollow. Used. Washed away to never be filled.
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Added on August 8, 2017 Last Updated on August 8, 2017 Author
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