Cowardice is the gown that I wear with pride when the rain starts to pour.
I keep it close at all times, and it feels heavier the wetter it gets.
It keeps me warm at night, it keeps me safe, and it cleans itself with the tears that fall down from my face.
My greatest ally, my greatest friend. Will you end up betraying me too someday?
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Author:
Martin Espinoza (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 1st, 2023 12:42
- Category: Reflection
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