Open Book
Every day I lose a part of myself,
Because it's too open.
Love in my heart keeping
I don't think I need protection.
I don't carry a stone in my bosom,
That's why I'm so vulnerable.
Every word hurts me,
Reproach for what I am.
I walk on the thin edge of life,
Where words play an important role,
Gentle souls are very capricious,
And they put salt on my wounds.
Sometimes I make mistakes,
But not because I was blind.
Our memories are shaky,
And people - a ruthless crowd.
I live for a happy moment
And I still reach for kindness,
I am, as before, an open book,
Except the pages aren't the same anymore.
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