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Maybe i'm undeserving --
It's possible pollution has filled my soul deeply, 
and is now seeping from my pores --
And maybe that's what deters them. 
The stains in my heart contaminated enough to be unworthy of even a child's undelayed affection --
And how do I fix what I've yet to understand? 
Why does my eagerness to connect fall on 

deaf ears --
mute mouths --
caged hearts -- 
and bite back at me. 
Venom fangs. 
And how do you hold liquid close to your chest when your hands are a useless flask?

And how do you let go of the idea that anyone will see you as someone worth protecting?


Yes, I am okay! This idea came to me through different scenarios and this is where it went. (: 

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