My heart is a mermaid throwing skipping stones in hopes of hearing the echoes of a beat. You have given life to an alter ego you named Home and have kissed the skin of your destruction after every bad break up. You avoid the girls who speak without fear and consideration. You haven't taught yourself how to swim in the oceans your insecurities
have created.
I don't know how to help you. I don't know if the mermaid in your throat will cry out for forgiveness.
I don't know if you will ever forgive yourself.
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