Tear drops stain my face and I’m sewing my heart back together. People say I’m strong and brave. But sometimes I to need someone to hold my hand and say everything is goanna be okay. People say that I have the kindest, purest, warmest heart. But the reason my heart is like that is because my heart has felt immense pain. They tell me although my shoulders are small they’re strong for them to cry on, I too need a shoulder to cry on but don’t have one. I might be some people’s guardian angel, guide and light but I too need someone to be there for me.
-Zaira Arteaga Juarez
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