Its always the same story. I wake up all of the sudden and I can't remember how I got here, when and why.
I realize that this, in fact, is not reality. This is not me. When did things change? I've been living in this dream for so long that i don't even remember reality that clear... You are gone and i still don't understand how that happened. Is my dream the new reality?
I am vulnerable. I am cut in multiple places, it's dripping all out of me and you can see all I have inside; that is how vulnerable I am. There is nothing more and nothing less.
Vulnerability is your most beautiful dress. Vulnerability is my strongest armor. It's the poetry we keep in our pockets.
V U L N E R A B I L I T Y
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