With Gold

I am, but a sensitive soul
Living in a world of fear and control
Feeling every motion push and pull
Lately, it feels, it’s taken a toll
I can feel myself start to unravel; unroll
But I won’t grow cold
Oh, no
My cracks are filled with gold 💛🖤

Kyoko W.P.

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