บท 33: Thread
My wounds are hidden
Underneath cloth, and confidence that isn't mine
Light and fluffy, short heartfelt moments make them close, bit by bit
As thread sews me up, bit by bit
Needle and thread,
I'm one messed up little rag doll that needs to be mended
Messily sewn,
Messily healed
My button eye is falling out,
As thread is thrown about.
Can these small moments still heal me?
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