brokensoul
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I am sewing a dresswith the thread of strength,And knots of ambitions,And when it’s ready, Then will iron itwith the remission,I am sewing my broken soul!
I'm a coward
with ice cold feet
i was too strong to tell you
that you make me weak
i was too cocky
to tell you that I was afraid
And I was too used to replying to "how are you"
with I'm okay
