Lyra Mae Borrega
I can't swim, but I crossed the ocean.
I'm afraid of heights, but I climbed a mountain.
I'm scared of falling, but I took the plunge.
Head first, I fell but broke my heart instead;
Every broken piece still beats for you.
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