Paper Towns
Our true selves.
We seem to Have a natrual protective Layer up:
but as life goes On- people, events, fakeness- it Wears us down.
but If The right people are looking, listening,
Not necessarily to your words But to you,
through the Cracks, they will See the light in You and mirror It back
so you can see it too.
This poem is about:
Me
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