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It’s Ok...It’s all going to be ok.

We scramble to patch ourselves up with 1000 bandages so real.

As real as the unicorn we thought ruled the earth when we were young

Like the plump grapes from the vines which grow.

We do not know. That one day these vines will scratch us with it’s

thorns. They cut so deep. So deep that we do not feel their digging

into the layer of innocence which holds us together.

These vines grow to betray us. They tell us that the unicorn we once thought was

Our friend, turned out to be invisible. Non-existant. We search to find another source of hope. Of trust. But we struggle to break away from the vines that once held us so close. Before it ever

wrapped around our necks and strangled us as though it were its duty. To break us down. Our once plump, lively bodies. Now a shriveled raisin burnt by the sun, scratched by the thorns.We look for answers. We ask ourselves why. Why couldnt we be the beautiful scarlet red strawberry over there who’s questions were always, “what’s wrong with you?”. We take these words to our home of prickly walls. Cutting ourselves open to store them away in our broken hearts. Cutting ourselves open. With the same vines that broke our hearts in the first place.