
Will you stand next to me when I’m broken?
Or will you go somewhere else - to let me be alone
To let me be private
To let me grieve, to be shaken, to be less than perfect
So your vision of me isn’t marred
So you can remember the good times
Me healthy
Me laughing.
Or can you stand next to me when I’m broken
And remember me laughing
And see me in tears, voice shaking
Body broken
Scar...
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