I am my own saviour

I’ll hold myself together

Each thread of my skin sewn into the fibre of my bone
I’ll hold myself together

Fist tightened, head held high
I’ll hold myself together

A mess of thread, skin, fibre and bone
I’ll hold myself together

Even if I have to keep on holding alone.

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