The things that are inside of me,
I cannot hide.
They were apart of me when I was born,
Never to die.
My organs, my feelings, my soul that exists,
I am strong.
They tried when I was a baby to subside,
Yet I held on.
I hold the body in where these things are placed,
It is very weak.
Every single day attempting to break down,
It is at it's peak.
An older body is not as resilient,
I will be bold.
I see the scars that life has made,
I will not fold.
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