Fragility weaves itself,
so gently, so invisibly,
between hope and despondency,
around peace and torture,
through existence, through death;
stitching wounds to every memory
and every lost fragment of
‘once upon a time’ and
‘happily ever after’
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Apocalypse
PoetryI am really good at sitting around and feeling sad. There's nothing as dangerous as a comforting lie
