Little death of me

Little death of me Like the seed torn apart Something will grow I know the pain was hard Little death of me If watered right It might be growth beyond the chart Little death of me I am afraid But I handle this pain And on my own shoulders My dead body I cart I have to move on I know it’s not smart To trust the untrustworthy But the universe will play its part If only I move besides the little death of me I console my heart ❤️ We will be ok Just hold my hand walk with me and make life a preposterous art That is the definition of faith My scared little heart!

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