We Are All Fucking Magic
you are made of flesh, bone and stars just like the rest of us what makes you think for one second that your star shown brighter than another’s? that your flesh is better, your bones stronger? who taught you to look down on the other stars? like their magic isn’t the same magic that lights…
You Cannot Be Fixed, For You Are Not Broken
You cannot be fixed For you are not broken Even when you feel like you are For you are fine china With your cracks filled with gold That radiate brighter than the sun You cannot be fixed For you are not broken Even when you feel overwhelmed With the heaviness And weight of the world…
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