Tuesday, August 16, 2011

When we are finally brave enough
to defy our self-deceived courage. . .

and we're finally strong enough
to break down those stronger walls. . .

and I know I chose rightly,
but inside all I can feel is the breaking. 

And when that time comes,
sometimes all I can do is cry and try
to bear the ache,
and ask,
"Will you hold me while I'm breaking?"

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