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they check ten fingers
they check ten toes
they check eye color
and kiss our nose
they marvel over first steps
they marvel over first words
as long as we were breathing
as long as we were fed
and clothed
and sheltered
and loved
and grown
it’s a job well done

we never suspect that our babies
might be broken on the inside

i am bent
i am broken
i am weak
i am bent
i am broken
i am frail
i am bent
i am broken
i am fragile

i am not okay
and im going home
©2008-2009 ~spin0spin0suga
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Author's Comments

going home indefinitely.

taking a break from school and life and getting some help.

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:iconhiding-in-the-trees:
Very good read. Cheese at first but got interesting.
:iconunderrouged:
i feel like i need to talk to you. i feel like this piece proves what i've been thinking for a bit of time; that somewhere in the girl that's grown and changed is the person who might actually understand me in this trasitional time in my life.
so here's the deal:
when i was in 7th grade, i loved you.
and i didn't understand what it was.

--
"you can build it out of concrete, you can build it out of mud,
but in the end it must be built with happiness and love.
...
this is your last adventure"

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