I am a shell, slowly breaking
Until what’s left inside
Is the same as I was before.
Soft and easily bruised
But harder to break than I think.
That place I love
Might be my shell
But really it’s the only place
Where I can break free
And am happy with myself.
With this crusty layered shell,
I don’t need to be afraid
I don’t have to protect myself
I don’t hold back.
Take me away, but don’t let me change
Let it build back up
As quickly as it first came
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