You silly little girl,
you think
you’ve survived so long
survival shouldn’t hurt anymore.
You keep trying to turn
your body bulletproof.
You keep trying to turn your heart
bomb shelter.
Stop, darling.
You are soft and alive.
You bruise and heal. Cherish it.
It is what you were born to do.
It will not be beautiful,
but the truth never is.
Come now,
you promised yourself.
You promised
you’d live through this.
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