Fragile girl standing on top of a building looking up at the city sky
Talking with the wind that is wiping the remaining tears on her face
Having fun with thousands of city lights competing to enliven the night sky
Is there anything more shocking than a fragile girl who is not fragile?
Whose heart is stained with blood and pus
Whose life seems like a dead city without a soul
She's standing on top of that building
Just to joke with the harsh reality that crushes her
Her teary eyes stare blankly at the color of the city sky
Her fragile smile seduces the universe
She's fine keeping wounds
Yes, she's trying to look fine behind her thousands of wounds
~Nurish Hardefty
Photo credit: Elizabeth Gadd
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