Strength

“I hope I never make a home out of something that makes me weak.”

Something that makes me say sorry like it was my own name.

That makes me dilute myself, dissolve myself.

Makes me sweeten myself, saccharine syrup instead of spitting poison. 

I hope I never make a home out of something that makes me brings me to my knees.

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