I am trying to sleep on the front porch of forgiveness.
I am too young to be this lonely.
I didn't leave the door of my love unlocked
so you could mistake my sadness for a shelf.
Still, do not mistake all of my honest open for empty.
I do not have room to carry anyone's chaos but mine.
If I sink, it will be in my own ocean; If I float, it will be on the ship I built myself.
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