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Weakness is sometimes virtue

Weakness why do you exist.
You torture my lungs
You deny me my true nature
You appear on an inch in the body and spoil the rest
I hate you with passion for the virtue I cannot extoll
Weakness should not exist
But we are humbled by it.
That feeling of being broken.
Can sometimes remind the self
That those very same flaws are a part of what makes us human
In that simple truth, I realize im a man.

Fri vers (Fri form) av A.h.A
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Publicerad 2022-05-13 12:23

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