I am sorry for my frail little heart

Growing up, everyone expects me to be strong

Picking up my sword and be a lightning that strikes on anyone who trumps me down

But ever since, i know i am not made for strength

My heart has always been made to sympathize, to feel, to beat calmly, to be a rain

But still i think it’s not actually weak

It is strong in its own way by overcoming pain and hurts

By going over fighting and resistance

It is strong by shedding a light of hope and love


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