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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